Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor Chapter 921 915: Qin Yang's Return (Part 3)

Inside Feipu Manor.

On the branches of the tall trees, over twenty mbers of the Tang Sect were all staring at the night sky, at the figure standing on the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.

The expressions of these Tang Sect mbers were the sa as those of the Japanese, with a trace of incredulous shock on their faces.

"He's actually not dead?"

The Grand Elder Tang Mu raised an eyebrow in surprise, his eyes intently fixed on the figure in the night sky.

"If he isn't dead, then where has that little brat been all these days? Could it be that he stayed on the Penglai Immortal Island where the cold currents erupted?"

Tang Zhen's eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"This I don't know. Maybe he was the first to escape, but the ships on the sea all failed to notice him. Then, he went into hiding sowhere to cultivate during these days."

The Grand Elder Tang Mu pondered for a mont before speaking slowly.

"Not dead, that little brat is actually not dead!"

Beside him, the one-ard Qiu Mingyan couldn't help exclaiming, his eyes showing a mix of disbelief before a sinister gleam erupted.

"Hehe, but it's better that he's not dead. It's as if Heaven has eyes. This ti the werewolves, the Japanese, and the Tang Sect, the three major forces have attacked this villa. The villa has already been shattered, and now this little brat cos at the right ti, allowing him to witness the destruction of his villa firsthand. That taste must be quite sothing."

Qiu Mingyan's eyes were sinister, his lips curling into a vicious sneer.

In the night sky.

The slightly cold night wind blew, stirring Ruan Xinxue's thin clothes.

As her eyes just opened, tears imdiately welled up, staring unblinkingly at the man beside her, afraid that if she blinked, he would be gone.

After a while, Ruan Xinxue reached out, touching the man's cheek beside her.

The mont Ruan Xinxue touched that warm cheek, she started to cry, icy tears flowing down her face.

"Little rascal, little rascal, it's really you…"

Ruan Xinxue's voice was full of sobs.

"Sister Ruan, it's ."

Qin Yang nodded, gently holding Ruan Xinxue's hand that touched his cheek, then embraced the girl in his arms.

"Sorry, I'm late. I scared you."

Qin Yang's eyes were soft, gently rubbing the girl's beautiful hair in his embrace, apologizing.

Just a little more, just a little more and Sister Ruan would have lost her life.

Earlier, just as the Hamr of Thunderlight was about to crash down, Qin Yang had just flown to Feipu Manor, then swept past the Hamr of Thunderlight and picked up the delicate body.

"I just knew that my little rascal wouldn't die so easily."

Breathing in Qin Yang's familiar scent, Ruan Xinxue, in Qin Yang's embrace, held onto him tightly with both hands, crying and laughing.

"Jie jie jie, what a touching scene, but it's really beyond this king's expectation that you are actually not dead."

Barrello floated into the sky, standing at a level with Qin Yang, his pale golden eyes fixed on him.

"It's also good. If I don't kill you with my own hands, it would indeed be this king's regret."

Barrello opened his wolf mouth, laughing sinisterly.

At this ti, although there was a hint of mockery in Barrello's words, his pale golden eyes, although slightly contracting, also held a hint of seriousness.

This feeling was different from when I saw this guy before for so reason, this young man who hadn't once looked him directly in the eye since he arrived here made him feel a faint sense of irresistible danger deep inside.

As the Werewolf Prince, he was still very sensitive to the feelings within his heart.

"Elvis."

Barrello glanced at Qin Yang, then turned to Elvis.

Boom!

Barrello tossed the Hamr of Thunderlight to the Second Council Elder Elvis.

In Elvis's scarlet eyes, a hint of excitent appeared, and he reached out with his wolf claw to catch it. He had just battled fiercely with Elder Nangong Haotian, and although his strength was greater than the old man's, the difference was limited, so their fight was quite fierce just now.

Upon acquiring the Hamr of Thunderlight, Elvis's scarlet eyes clearly held a newfound confidence, his expression towards Nangong Haotian carried even more ferocity.

"Jie jie, old man, I'll hamr you to death later."

Elvis held the Hamr of Thunderlight, lightning flashing like silver snakes upon it.

Elder Nangong Haotian's face, already pale, turned even more unsightly as he already found himself struggling against the werewolf earlier.

At this mont, in the night sky, Barrello, covered in golden fur, opened his wolf mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and a small golden bow flew out.

Buzz~!

The small golden bow rapidly expanded, instantly transforming into a three-ter-long golden longbow.

The golden longbow glimred with mysterious runes, exuding a powerful aura of destruction with its noble elegance.

Swish!

Barrello gripped the Bow of Destruction in front of him, and his pale golden eyes turned fierce as they focused on Qin Yang.

He intended to strike him down with a single, most powerful blow!

"Great God of Destruction Poseidon, I, Barrello Prince of the Wolf Race, seek your power to annihilate all who stand in my way."

Barrello's pale golden eyes stared at the Bow of Destruction in his hand, filled with a fervent and fierce look, his wolf mouth uttering a roar-like plea.

Buzz~!

As Barrello's words fell, the massive three-ter golden bow sparkled with intricate golden runes, emitting an incomparably brilliant golden light, painting half of Feipu Manor's night sky gold.

Swish!

Barrello's eyes filled with ferocity, his already impressively strong limbs becoming even more robust in the golden glow, drawing the golden bowstring.

Hiss hiss hiss~!

As Barrello drew the golden bowstring, the whole Bow of Destruction shone with ever more dazzling golden light.

In the sky brimming with golden light, behind Barrello, an enormous werewolf phantom, dozens of ters high, gradually appeared.

The werewolf figure was bathed in gold, its body robust, limbs powerful, resembling a demon god, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

At this mont, Barrello's figure increased another four ters, reaching a staggering height of fifteen ters.

"Oh my god, it's the God of Destruction Poseidon!"

"It's the blessing of Lord Poseidon's power."

"The Prince, he summoned Lord Poseidon's phantom."

"..."

Below, all the werewolves were filled with intense fervor, roaring excitedly.

"This guy Barrello, he actually summoned the God of Destruction."

Werewolf Prince Ariel also ceased her attack on Elder Nangong Chen and the three others, her eyes showing disbelief.

Hiss hiss hiss!

On the golden Bow of Destruction ca the piercing whistle of a Sharp Gold Arrow, forming on that golden longbow.

The Sharp Gold Arrow was covered with golden runes, emitting a terrifying aura with a powerful intent of destruction.