Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 837: Chapter 840 He is the Slave

The next afternoon, in the jungles north of the ancient capital.

Jiang Chen, Flame Dragon, Mo Bao, Zhu Wenqiang, along with Ouyang Zhen, Ouyang Nan, and Ouyang Zhengqi stood before a small knoll.

”Here, this is the dilapidated temple where my mother died. When I was young... the Head of the Zhu Family had brought me here once!” Zhu Wenqiang said softly, pointing at the knoll.

He originally wanted to say that it was his father who had brought him, but with a glance at Ouyang Zhen, he changed his words at the last moment.

Ouyang Zhen looked at the knoll in front of him, his eyes revealing a flash of reminiscence and deep guilt. He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

”Let Wenqiang and father have some time alone here, Head of the Jiang Family. They must have a lot to talk about,” Ouyang Nan suggested after glancing at the knoll, then turning to Jiang Chen.

When Jiang Chen arrived beside the knoll, he had stood in front of Zhu Wenqiang. Now he was only three meters away from the knoll.

Hearing Ouyang Nan’s words, Jiang Chen pointed at the knoll with his cane and spoke softly, ”What do you think, if we dig up this knoll, might we find some trace of the old temple from back then?”

The crowd was momentarily startled by Jiang Chen’s words.

Flame Dragon’s expression changed slightly and he stepped sideways without creating any fuss, appearing to be interested in digging up the knoll; in reality, he positioned Ouyang Zhen behind himself.

Mo Bao also shifted his position, standing behind Zhu Wenqiang and Ouyang Zhen, forming a triangle with Jiang Chen and Flame Dragon and enclosing Zhu Wenqiang and Ouyang Zhen in the middle.

Ouyang Nan’s eyes flickered with panic. He tried to compose himself and said with a forced smile, ”You’re joking, Head of the Jiang Family. The old temple was demolished more than a decade ago. How could any traces still exist?”

”Is that so?”

Jiang Chen looked at Ouyang Nan teasingly and flashed a grin, ”This knoll looks quite large, at least twenty meters in diameter, right? Maybe those who demolished the temple took the easy way out and just dug a pit in front of it, then pushed the temple into it? Isn’t that what some rural areas do these days with illegal demolitions?”

”Head of the Jiang Family, please stop joking around. Let’s leave this place and give Wenqiang and his father some space,” Ouyang Nan said, his complexion turning dark as his eyes narrowed slightly with an implied threat.

”But I... really want to dig it up and see, what should I do?”

Jiang Chen retorted with a cold laugh.

”What are you implying, Head of the Jiang Family? We should leave quickly!”

Ouyang Nan’s face sank completely, his body leaning forward as he stared aggressively at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen laughed and shook his head, ”I’m not leaving.”

”You dare?”

Anger distorted Ouyang Nan’s face, indicating he was on the verge of exploding.

”I dare!”

Just then, Jiang Chen suddenly roared out, releasing an overwhelmingly strong aura from within that stunned Ouyang Nan.

Whoosh—

Jiang Chen’s figure flashed, positioning himself directly over the knoll.

He then drew the Blood Saber in a swift motion and with full strength, he fiercely slashed down at the knoll.

”First Form of the Blood Dance Heaven and Earth, Sky-Cleaving Slash!”

”Break apart for me!”

Swoosh!

A three-meter-long blood-red saber aura appeared, savagely cleaving towards the knoll!

Mo Bao grabbed Zhu Wenqiang and Flame Dragon pulled Ouyang Zhen as the four of them quickly retreated.

”Bastard!”

”Damn it!”

Buzz buzz buzz!

A torrent of cursing erupted from beneath the earthen slope as waves of powerful momentum were released.

Whoosh!

The entire earthen slope was overturned, and over a dozen elders crawled out, swiftly dodging the blade light that Jiang Chen had slashed out.

Sssss!

The sound of four sharp blades slicing through flesh rang out as four of the elders couldn’t dodge in time and were cleaved into two by the bloody saber light.

Swoosh!

After a single slash, Jiang Chen drew back and landed in front of Ouyang Zhen, standing with Yan Hu and Mo Bao in a triangular formation once again surrounding Zhu Wenqiang and his companion, concentrating on the group of elders who had leaped out from the earthen slope.

Swish swish swish!

The group of elders who had leapt from the earthen slope landed all around Jiang Chen and his allies, forming a circle that enclosed them.

Clang!

”You bastard! How dare you kill four of our Beihai National Innate Peak Warriors? You all will be buried with them!” A Beihai National elder with a katana at his waist drew his weapon and glared at Jiang Chen with venomous hatred.

Jiang Chen paid no attention to the elder and swept his gaze across the strong warriors encircling them, frowning slightly as he cursed inwardly.

Ma De, where did all these Semi Venerable Venerables come from!

Encircling Jiang Chen and the others were fourteen strong warriors, and Jiang Chen could sense that six were Semi Venerables and eight were Innate Peak Great Grandmasters!

Seeing this situation, Ouyang Zhen was momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized.

The suspicion he had harbored had now been completely confirmed.

The soul injury he had sustained before originated from here!

He ignored the fourteen warriors and looked somberly at the retreating Ouyang Nan and his son, the former roaring out loud, ”Ah Nan, why? Why is this happening? Why would you do this?”

”Why? Father, don’t you understand? The strong are respected; that is an undisputed fact in the Martial Dao World! Both Zhengqi and I do not possess great talent; if we didn’t do this, our Ouyang Family would gradually fade into obscurity.”

A fanatic gleam crossed Ouyang Nan’s eyes: ”When we accepted the gift from the Eight-Headed Great God, that feeling of power intoxicate me. Do you know how powerful the Eight-Headed Great God is? You wouldn’t, it’s like the existence of a deity, and sooner or later, the whole Flame Dragon will fall under the control of the Eight-Headed Great God, and you...”

Ouyang Nan raised his hand, pointing at Ouyang Zhen and shouted, ”I once asked you, but you fiercely opposed our accepting the gift from the Eight-Headed Great God. You even said that our Flame Dragon Kingdom warriors must never cooperate with Beihai National samurai! Hah! Such archaic thinking should be discarded. With great power, we can rule the world, and those old-fashioned ideals should be left behind!”

”You... you scoundrel! For power, you would actually betray your ancestors!” Ouyang Zhen roared with a face filled with fury.

Jiang Chen’s eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze icy as he swept over Ouyang Nan and his son, gently shaking his head, ”Old Master Ouyang, there’s no need to say more. He has already bound his soul to the shikigami, meaning he has become a man of the Divine Palace, obtaining an avatar deity from that damned Eight-Headed Serpent, and what he has paid... is his soul, becoming a thorough slave!”

”Bastard! You dare to insult my Eight-Headed Great God! You’re courting death!”

”Bastard! Just die already!”

Several Beihai National samurai shouted angrily, one Semi Venerable Beihai National warrior raised his hand to stop the enraged crowd, his gaze filled with profound meaning as he excitedly contemplated his look at Jiang Chen.

”Head of the Jiang Family, I originally had no desire to mess with your Jiang Family, but you few stubbornly insist on protecting Zhu Wenqiang and this half-dead old man. Well then, you can go die together!” Ouyang Nan coldly looked at Jiang Chen, his eyes revealing a cruel smile.

At his words, several strong warriors of the Ouyang Family moved, ready to rush towards Jiang Chen.