Chapter 69: Demonic Dragon Prince!

Chapter 69: Demonic Dragon Prince!

Crack!

The purple thunderbolt plummeted at an incredible speed, reaching its zenith, akin to a streak of light, beyond the grasp of the naked eye!

In an instant, as if cleaving the gloomy canopy in half, a thunderbolt plummeted straight through the rift in the sky. With unparalleled speed, it exploded downward towards the crown of Yan Jinghong's head.

"Hmm?"

From a distance, Ling Feng saw a streak of thunderbolts and couldn't help but squint. The purple thunderbolt illuminated the heavens and earth, making it almost impossible for one to keep their eyes open.

A sudden shock surged within him as he detected something amiss.

"That's not lightning!"

A thought flashed through his mind. Even without activating his Eye of Emperor, his vision remained astonishingly sharp.

He distinctly saw a silhouette, a human-shaped outline!

"Is that a person?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Just who could it be? Daring to launch a surprise attack on the legendary genius of the empire, Yan Jinghong!

"Hmph, Demonic Dragon Prince, do you think I wouldn't notice you during my moment of anger? Trying to take advantage of me with a sneak attack, you really underestimated me," said Yan Jinghong, his expression as cold as frost.

He shifted his body slightly, and the purple thunderbolt, nearly brushing against his nostrils, grazed past.

Within the thunderbolt, a towering figure clad in black armor materialized. A powerful surge of lightning energy enveloped him, exuding an intense aura of thunderbolt.

"Yan Jinghong, you trespassed into our demon clan's sacred grounds, stole the sacred artifact, Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl. Naturally, I must pursue you to the ends of the earth. Be wise, return the sacred artifact, and I might spare your life!"

The man in black armor spoke with astonishing words. It turned out that this person was actually a prince of the demon clan!

For generations, the Three-Headed Demonic Dragon had protected the Essence-Stealing Blood Pearl. This Demonic Dragon Prince was originally the heir to the blood pearl, and now, with the precious treasure stolen, he would naturally not let Yan Jinghong off the hook.

"You think you're worthy?" Yan Jinghong's pride soared to the skies. With a sweeping gaze, his sword followed his heart's desire!

Swish!

A formidable sword qi burst forth as if emerging from the void!

Ling Feng's pupils were abruptly constricted.

"Yan Jinghong, to be able to calm down so quickly after losing your woman, you truly deserve to be my opponent!"

The unruly voice resounded like rolling thunder, echoing and reverberating through the sky.

The Demonic Dragon Prince, with a calm expression, held the long spear. His icy gaze firmly locked onto Yan Jinghong. Behind him, his black hair fluttered and split into three strands, each strand standing upright, emitting a faint but terrifying aura.

Upon closer inspection, Ling Feng noticed that the three strands of hair seemed to resemble the heads of three dragons. Three heads, six eyes, all fixed intently on Yan Jinghong.

"Three-Headed Demonic Dragon!"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. Finally, he understood the true identity of this Demonic Dragon Prince.

Within the demonic race, with diverse bloodlines and various species, the Demonic Dragon Clan was already considered a noble existence. The Three-Headed Demonic Dragon, in particular, was a legendary and ancient species.

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, and a chilling murderous intent burst forth from his eyes. "I'll kill you first!"

The Demonic Dragon Prince's sneak attack had clearly infuriated this legendary genius. With a sweeping motion of his sword, he charged forward, seemingly tearing through the fabric of space.

"Yan Jinghong, it's just losing a woman. We have plenty of beautiful women in our demon race. If you like women, I can send you a few to play with! Hahaha..."

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the Demonic Dragon Prince's figure flashed, transforming into a purple thunderbolt, carrying a billowing demonic qi as he rushed towards the distance.

The Demonic Dragon Prince actually fled!

Faced with the enraged Yan Jinghong, even the Demonic Dragon Prince, who was at the level of a demon lord, dared not confront him directly. It could be inferred that the strength of Yan Jinghong had reached an extremely formidable level.

"Hmph!"

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, and his icy gaze swept through the canyon below, emitting a chilling and resentful curse.

"Don't think you can escape! Whoever I want to kill, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, only death awaits them!"

With his words lingering in the air, Yan Jinghong transformed into a swift streak of blue light, pursuing the Demonic Dragon Prince in the direction where he had vanished.

During that moment, Ling Feng sensed that Yan Jinghong might have already detected his presence. However, Yan Jinghong likely realized that the Demonic Dragon Prince was in the vicinity. Consequently, he temporarily spared Ling Feng and prioritized dealing with the formidable enemy, the Demonic Dragon Prince.

After all, Ling Feng felt that in the eyes of Yan Jinghong, he might be considered no more significant than a mere ant.

"Phew..."

Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against a large tree. The back of his robe was already completely soaked.

"Stronger! I need to become even stronger!"