People wielding scythes?
Tang Zhong was curious about who they were, those people wielding scythes.
He turned to look at Ling Xing, confident the other would have answers.
Only to see Ling Xing in deep thought.
"Do you know who they are?"
"They are the Scythe Demon Army," Ling Xing replied.
Tang Zhong didn’t know who this Scythe Demon Army was, but seeing Ling Xing’s changed expression, he guessed they might be adversaries.
"Who are they?"
"They are the ones dealing with the Dragon Realm," Ling Xing said.
Tang Zhong didn’t ask any further, now he was sure that this woman was a good person.
He said, "We are also looking for Little Dingdang. If you can provide sothing he has spent the most ti with, I think we can find him."
Upon hearing this, the woman imdiately rummaged around herself and soon produced a lock.
It was a Longevity Lock.
However, it wasn’t made of gold, but an unknown tal, black in color.
"This is the lock that was around Little Dingdang’s neck. When those people wielding scythes took him away, he left this behind. Is it useful to you?" the woman asked, her voice trembling.
"It is useful," Tang Zhong replied.
He reached out to take the lock and handed it to Ling Xing.
"Use this, perform the Perception Technique to see where Little Dingdang is," Tang Zhong said.
"Alright." Ling Xing took the lock and started to perceive.
Just then, noise erupted from outside.
Then, a voice of discussion erged.
"Just now, I thought I saw soone here..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Search quickly, find the people hiding here."
The woman exclaid, "Not good, we’ve been discovered."
"It’s fine," Tang Zhong said.
He gestured for the woman not to speak now.
Tang Zhong didn’t want to have any conflict with these circus people; they would leave imdiately once they sensed the dragon’s whereabouts.
But the people still found them.
A few circus mbers ca downstairs and spotted Tang Zhong and the others.
The n shouted at Tang Zhong, "Who are you, seize them!"
A group of people started moving in.
When Tang Zhong saw those people, his gaze turned icy. He hadn’t intended to provoke them, but they approached nonetheless.
So, he had no choice but to kill them.
Tang Zhong moved directly, his entire body beginning to teleport.
His hand transford into a Dragon Claw.
Swish, swish, swish.
After flickering beside the bodies of those people a few tis.
Tang Zhong returned to his original spot.
The ones who had been prepared to charge forward now stood motionless and then fell to the ground one by one, losing consciousness, dead.
Tang Zhong returned to Ling Xing’s side and asked, "How is it now?"
"Found it," Ling Xing said excitedly. "This lock has been with the dragon for so long that it’s now integrated with it. We can use it to trace the path those Scythe Demons took with Little Dingdang."
"That’s great, let’s go," Tang Zhong said excitedly.
"Yes," Ling Xing nodded.
The woman intercepted them, pleading, "Can you take with you? I also want to find Little Dingdang."
"I’m afraid that’s not possible," Tang Zhong said.
The woman couldn’t fly, and bringing her along would slow them down.
Little Dingdang had been taken by those Scythe Demons, and they didn’t know how far he had been taken. They had to hurry, race against ti, or by the ti they reached him, Little Dingdang might already be dead.
"Alright then, you must find Little Dingdang," the woman pleaded again.
"No problem, rest assured," Tang Zhong said.
Then he and Ling Xing imdiately prepared to leave the circus. They had to follow the dragon’s aura right away.
And just as Tang Zhong and Ling Xing left.
The woman’s previously worried expression quickly disappeared, replaced by a cold smile.
anwhile, the people Tang Zhong had killed began to change; originally human corpses, they transford into black mist.
They weren’t people but black mist.
"Unexpectedly, there’s an extra bonus, quite delightful," the woman smirked coldly.
Then she closed her eyes. Her originally purple hair turned black with a flash of black light.
In addition, a pair of antennae appeared on her forehead.
The antennae flashed continuously, as if transmitting so kind of ssage.
...
Tang Zhong and Ling Xing had already traveled a considerable distance by then.
Tang Zhong increasingly felt sothing was amiss, but couldn’t pinpoint what.
Yet everything appeared normal.
Previously, the dragon’s wailing Ling Xing heard might very likely belong to Little Dingdang.
They had to rescue the dragon.
The two flew, crossing mountains, rivers, and cities.
But they still hadn’t found Little Dingdang.
"How much farther to reach him?" Tang Zhong asked.
"Strange, why does Little Dingdang’s aura feel like it’s getting closer?" Ling Xing wondered.
"What’s happening?" Tang Zhong asked.
"I don’t know. Now I sense it’s getting closer, as if the Scythe Demon Army hasn’t continued forward," Ling Xing said.
"It’s as if they’re waiting for sothing."
Tang Zhong furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
Waiting for what?
"How far is it?" Tang Zhong asked.
"Right ahead, ten thousand sky miles away," Ling Xing pointed.
Ten thousand sky miles, indeed a short distance. If they accelerated, they’d reach within a day.
"I think we need to be cautious," Tang Zhong said. "Alright, let’s keep flying."
"Mm," Ling Xing nodded.
A day later.
They were getting closer to Little Dingdang’s aura.
"Very close," Ling Xing said.
She closed her eyes, continuing to perceive.
Determining a direction, they moved forward.
Ahead was a pitch-black valley.
Mist shrouded the valley.
There, amidst the mist, they saw a dragon, not large, but a young dragon.
Now bound by chains, covered in wounds, motionless, as if asleep.
At the sa ti, beside the dragon, were many scythe-wielding, black-robed figures surrounded by mist. They were the Scythe Demons.
"It’s the dragon, it’s here," Ling Xing was excited, wanting to rush in.
Tang Zhong imdiately sensed sothing amiss and stopped Ling Xing: "Wait, hold on, sothing’s strange here."
He was from Earth, and there was a saying on Earth.
The calr the place, the more dangerous it is.
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