Chapter 887: Arrival of the other group
Devon’s expression softened slightly, and he gave a firm nod. "Although this beast is powerful, Senior Brother Kyle is strong enough to kill it." There was no hesitation in his tone; his faith in Kyle’s strength was absolute, as if just mentioning his name was enough to guarantee victory.
Rick also nodded. "Okay, then we’ll wait for Senior Brother Kyle to come."
Arnold gave them a reassuring nod, and the three quietly retreated a short distance into the forest, finding a concealed spot where they could tend to their injuries and wait for Kyle’s arrival. The tension in their faces slowly eased, though the lingering hatred for the dragon remained clear in their eyes.
From his own hiding place, Max’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression hardening. ’So... they aren’t giving up on dealing with the three-headed black dragon after all.’
His eyes drifted toward the pool where the massive creature still rested, unmoving, guarding the Pure Yang Flower as if it were part of its very life. The beast had no intention of leaving the pool to chase after Arnold and his group, which made the situation even more complicated.
Max’s mind turned rapidly. He knew exactly who this Senior Brother Kyle was. Kyle wasn’t just any expert; he was the strongest 3-star genius of the Thunder Monarch Hall, already at the peak of the Legend Rank despite being only twenty-nine years old—barely two years older than Arnold. Among the new generation of the Thunder Monarch Hall, Kyle was undisputed, a figure others admired and feared alike.
Max’s eyes darkened. ’With someone like Kyle coming here... the chances of me obtaining the Pure Yang Flower will become almost zero.’ He clenched his fists slightly, feeling the weight of his decision press down on him.
;What to do?’
A dangerous thought flickered across his mind, one he didn’t dismiss immediately. ’Should I act now...? Should I kill Arnold and the other two before Kyle arrives?’ His hand unconsciously moved toward his sword hilt as he stared coldly at the three resting figures in the forest. The decision hung in the air, sharp and dangerous, as Max’s eyes narrowed further and his aura subtly grew colder.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
Just as Max was deep in thought, weighing his options on whether to strike at Arnold and his men, the sharp sound of wind cutting through the trees echoed from the foot of the mountain. Three figures emerged from the dense forest, moving with smooth precision.
Two men and one woman, all exuding a chilling aura that carried an oppressive edge, walked into view. Their eyes glinted with an icy light, the kind only honed killers or those accustomed to bloodshed would possess.
"Who?" Arnold’s group immediately snapped to alert, each of them stiffening at the unexpected presence. Devon stepped forward, his voice stern and guarded, eyes narrowing as he assessed the intruders.