Dragon-Marked War God

“*Jie…* *Jie…*…… Lan Lingji, I, Hei Lang, have said that you will be my woman sooner or later. Since you refuse to stop resisting me, I have no choice but to use force. This time, I have used all my means and trump cards just to deal with you, which allows you to see my true strength. There are only a few in Corpse Yin Sect that can refine three corpse puppets.”

Hei Lang laughed evilly. His purpose of choosing the same ancient path as Lan Lingji was obvious. He had come for the saint girl. After entering the spatial zone, he had been searching for the trace of Lan Lingji. As for the treasures here, he didn’t have the slightest interest in them. He hated the things of Buddha Sect the most.

Not long after entering, he discovered the qi of Lan Lingji and followed it. After that, it developed into the current scene. This was akin to the saying that says when there’s a will, there’s a way.

Hei Lang’s eyes glinted with greed and desire that reeked of obscenity. In his opinion, Lan Lingji was already his prey. He absolutely wouldn’t let go of such a huge opportunity. The saint girl of Exquisite Paradise was the goddess in the eyes of thousands of men. No one would dare to desecrate this renowned genius of Eastern Profound Domain. But now, this lofty woman was about to fall into his hands and be at his mercy.

To any kind of man, it was a great sense of achievement to possess an unparalleled saint girl like Lan Lingji. In addition to cultivating the evil cultivation law, Hei Lang was also a lascivious man. He had been aroused by Lan Lingji long ago back when they were in Eastern Profound Domain, but because Lan Lingji was the saint girl of Exquisite Paradise, he hadn’t gotten the chance to seize her. Coincidentally he had met her face to face during the expedition in Golden Horizon. This was definitely an opportunity of a lifetime to Hei Lang.

“What a shameless person!”

Lan Lingji’s countenance darkened. Her eyes were full of disgust as she looked at Hei Lang. She even abominated the voice of Hei Lang. As a high and mighty saint girl, and the leading figure of the young generation, she had never been in such a predicament. She was wounded and the battlefield had been completely sealed by Hei Lang and the three corpse puppets. Escaping from here had become somewhat difficult.

“*Jie…* *Jie…*, Lan Lingji, it’s futile to resist anymore. Isn’t it faster and better to surrender to me and become my woman of Hei Lang from now on?”

“Who are you?” Hei Lang’s tone turned grim.

“Someone you can’t afford to offend.”

Dragon Shisan’s eyes shot out divine light. His dark hair flowed in the breeze. The iron staff in his hand glittered like an invincible divine weapon. Without another word, he thrust the iron staff at another corpse puppet.

*Bang!*

Just like earlier, although the mighty corpse puppet was at the intermediate Immortal Emperor realm, it couldn’t even stand a chance under the iron staff of Dragon Shisan and was struck to death, turning into powder.

Before Hei Lang could react, Dragon Shisan swung his iron staff to the last corpse puppet.

“Stop!”

Hei Lang was alarmed. He couldn’t dare to delay anymore. Hastily, he hurtled forward, hoping to seize the corpse puppet before Dragon Shisan, because only he knew how much effort and price he had paid in order to refine his corpse puppets.