Chapter 220: How about we cooperate?
"Hmph. Shameless scoundrel. The next time I see you, I'll kill you, pills or no pills!" Cyan Dragon didn't believe a word Zhou Fan said. With a cold snort, he turned to leave.
"Leaving so soon? If you don't kill me, I'll have to get ready to kill you!" Zhou Fan sneered, slowly raising the Li Hen Sword and holding it horizontally before him. The Longevity Technique whirled frantically within him, driving his Inner Strength.
"Kill me? You think you're worthy?" Cyan Dragon glanced at Zhou Fan with contempt and turned to walk toward the elevator. "I come and go as I please. No one can stop me!"
"Then give it a try!"
The moment he finished speaking, Zhou Fan took a step forward. Pushing off the ground with the balls of his feet, he launched himself into the air. With a sudden slash of his Li Hen Sword, he unleashed a majestic, ink-black wave of Sword Qi!
"Damn it!"
Cyan Dragon had indeed been wary of Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan wanted to kill him, and he was just as eager for an opportunity to return the favor.
So, the instant Zhou Fan leaped, Cyan Dragon spun around and unleashed an identical wave of Sword Qi, meeting Zhou Fan's attack with unstoppable force!
BOOM!
A deafening roar, like a crack of thunder splitting the sky, erupted as the two tyrannical forces collided. Both men were sent flying backward, completely out of control.
Pfft!
Pfft!
After crashing to the ground, both men spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Their auras withered, and it looked as though they could drop dead at any second.
Zhou Fan ignored his deathly pale face, the churning of his blood, and his internal injuries. He forced himself to move, taking out another Recovery Pill and swallowing it. He then used his Li Hen Sword to prop himself up, trying to get to his feet.
"You're every bit as shameless as I thought, Nether King!" Seeing Zhou Fan take another pill, Cyan Dragon ignored his own disordered meridians and the injuries he could no longer suppress. He took a deep breath, formed the Sword Pointing gesture with his left hand, and quickly tapped several points on his torso. Then, before Zhou Fan could get up, Cyan Dragon forced himself to his feet. Without a single look back, he staggered into the elevator and pressed the button to go down.
THUD!
The very instant the elevator doors slid shut and it began to descend, Zhou Fan could no longer hold on and collapsed to the floor.
"Zhou Fan, are you okay?" Chen Yao rushed over and tried to help him up, but he stopped her.
"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a bit." Zhou Fan was telling the truth. The main issue was the immense toll the fight with Cyan Dragon had taken. His Inner Strength had been completely drained, and he had repeatedly used Recovery Pills to replenish it. This was tantamount to constantly forcing his Inner Strength and accelerating the circulation of his Longevity Technique. As for the actual wounds he sustained, they weren't as severe as in his previous battles.
"Sob... you scared me to death! I thought..." Hearing his words, Chen Yao could no longer hold it in and burst into tears. She sank onto a nearby chair, pulling Zhou Fan into a tight embrace.
After a long while, Zhou Fan had recovered some of his strength. He slowly sat up and gently stroked Chen Yao's head. "Don't cry. The Little Yaoyao I know might be a bit of a Holy Mother, but I don't remember her being such a crybaby."
"Hmph! You're the Holy Mother! That was the old me. From now on, I won't show such misplaced kindness!" Chen Yao, flustered and annoyed, raised her hand as if to hit him. But when she saw the bloodstains on his clothes, she didn't dare follow through, unsure of where he was hurt.
Neither of them spoke. They simply leaned against each other, gazing at the twinkling stars in the distant night sky. It was a truly beautiful scene.
「Meanwhile」 After leaving, Cyan Dragon headed straight for the southern district of Nanjiang City. He entered a large compound and quietly began to meditate.
The battle had taken a far greater toll on Cyan Dragon than he had ever anticipated. 'I thought getting rid of Zhou Fan would be easy,' he reflected. 'I never expected him to have improved so much, so fast. And all those pills... If I hadn't gotten out of there when I did, I probably would have been worn down and killed.'
However, just as Cyan Dragon had settled down to meditate, a figure pushed open the main gate and walked in.
"I never thought the mighty Cyan Dragon could be so badly wounded by the Nether King. It seems the Elders of Dragon Soul aren't quite living up to their reputation." The newcomer's steps were light. She wasn't particularly tall and was even a little plump. Her voice was that of a middle-aged woman.
"Hmph. Since when is it your place to comment on my affairs? Never mind you—even your master wouldn't dare speak to me like that!"
Cyan Dragon sat upright in the room, letting out a cold, displeased snort. He stared unblinkingly at the figure standing in the courtyard. Although his Inner Strength was nearly depleted, he still possessed the pride befitting a master. Even on his last breath, he would not suffer provocation from just anyone.
"You misunderstand. I only came to ask a question. Since you also hold a grudge against Zhou Fan, why don't we cooperate? I've already arranged to meet with him tomorrow morning." The middle-aged woman was none other than Li Mei. Though deeply displeased by Cyan Dragon's words, she swallowed her anger and stated her purpose.