The Inverted Dragon’s Scale Chapter 490-491

Chapter 490: Dig out heart and lung!

Pain.

The pain of the heart being drilled.

The pain of flesh being cut.

The pain of bones being pierced.

It was like having a steel fork skewered through the heart, followed by a brittle sound of 'snap'.

It was like having a blade cut your flesh into thin pieces and serve on a plate for others to taste.

It was like the sc.r.a.ping motion of a rusty iron knife over the bone, like a hungry wolf chewing a bone——

The pain was not just physical, but mentally.

If the soul was a little person, then the dragon nail was a pair of scissors.

Screech——

The little person was cut into pieces with blood flowing everywhere.

From the inside out, or from the outside to the inside.  

Because it was too painful, it makes it difficult to find out exactly where the pain comes from and where it goes. Since, every part, each corner was in pain, was burning.

This was a pain that a life cannot bear, a pain that the body cannot bear.

Li Muyang's body was shuddering.

It was not just his body that was shaking, also his soul.

"Ahhh——" Li Muyang cried out in agony.

It had nothing to do with cowardice, nothing to do with toughness; it was just the normal reaction of the body.  

Li Muyang never knew such pain existed in the world. His sufferings and torments as a child, and the dragon suppressing formation that he had encountered in Stupa city, were nothing compared to this.

He wanted lose consciousness and wanted to die immediately.

But, what was worse was that he had to stay awake.

He had to be more awake than ever.

He could clearly feel that a nail, which seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years inside an iceberg, was drilling through the top of his head.

It was not inserted in all at once, but made him digest the pain carefully.

It was very slow, piercing through little by little.

Where the nail was pierced into, your thoughts will gather there and your attention will follow.

It was as though there was a pair of eyes in the sky, your own eyes, watching that ice-cold nail insert into your head, little by little, inch by inch.

It was piercing cold, but it felt like a wildfire was burning in the brain.

It will burn his head to coal and ashes.  

Che——

The black netherworld nail was completely inserted into the top of his head, and the inside of the brain froze.

Because the cold was too biting cold, there were frosts forming inside the brain. The whole brain had went blank, only the piercing pain was spreading down.

All the way down, down to the cracks of the bone.

The bone was suddenly heavier by thousands of kilograms, that makes one feel an urge to carve away the flesh to pull it out.

Once the netherworld nail had inserted into his body, Li Muyang felt he was going to collapse.

Had it not been for Song Gudu who still clutching his neck, he would have been paralysed to the ground like a dead body.

A world of ice and snow, a biting-cold winter.

Li Muyang's forehead was beaded with sweat, and even his clothes were drenched.

His complexion was purple-red, an abnormal look caused by the rapid flow of blood.

His eyelids were suddenly closed, and his eyes protruded like those of a dead fish.

There was saliva overflowing his mouth, as well as blood flowing out through his clenched teeth.

Song Gudu looked at Li Muyang who seemed to be at his last gasp, asking again, "your answer?"

"Let go of my sister——" said Li Muyang in a weak voice, "let go of——my family——and I'll——tell——you——"

"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean."

This kid, why did he suddenly become so stupid?

"It seems like you think that one nail is enough."

He stretched out his right arm again, spreading his hand open, palm facing down.

A ball of transparent light appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the light ball extended toward the ground, turning into a beam of transparent light.

Soon, the beam of light turned black, and then a ma.s.s of dark, terrifying black matter was drawn out from the depths of the ground.

That black matter gathered in the palm of Song Gudu, solidifying into the outline of a nail.

Then, bringing the long black nail high up, Song Gudu once again aimed it towards the head of Li Muyang——

"Ah——"

Li Muyang's collapsed body once again tensed up, letting out miserable shrieks.

"What's your answer?"

"Let my sister go——"

"What's your answer?"  

"Let go of——my sister—"

Every time Song Gudu asked this question and was rejected by Li Muyang, a netherworld nail was pierced into the head of Li Muyang.

One by one, a total of eight questions were asked, and a total of eight nails were inserted.

Song Gudu's right hand was raised into the air, holding a dark ink-stick-like tapered nail.

He looked at Li Muyang and asked again, "What's your answer?"

Li Muyang did not answer.

He had no way of answering again.

Li Muyang's face was twisted with pain, looking horrifying and ugly.

His pupils were bloodshot and his eyeb.a.l.l.s were protruding, as if they were likely to explode at any moment.

Li Muyang's head was drooping, eyelids closed, and his body hung there like mud.

A gust of wind blew, swaying Li Muyang's body that was held in Song Gudu's hand, like a straw puppet.

"I have inserted eight netherworld nails into you. If I put the ninth dragon nail into your body——you soul will fly away and scatter, even the great G.o.ds will struggle to save you." Song Gudu's eyes were fierce, voice finally carried a hint of anger. "Li Muyang, what's your answer? What is the secret to the longevity of the dragons?"

No one answered.

Li Muyang seemed to have died from pain.

Except that his body was still twitching.

It was a natural reaction of the body before the pain had disappeared.

Song Gudu shook his head, sighing: "Chenxi has a cold const.i.tution, fortunately I found a dragon lantern in a dragon cave that burns dragon blood and wouldn't be extinguished for thousands of years. It can create warmth——unfortunately, the lights are beginning to weaken, and looks like it will die out at any time. If I can't learn about the dragon's longevity, then I'll take your blood to light the dragon lantern for my granddaughter——"

As he spoke, the hand was once again lifted above Li Muyang's head, trying to insert the ninth netherworld nail into his head.

"Die——"

Liu Qingming, who was seriously injured, could only sit there watching his son being tortured by Song Gudu.

He desperately endured, desperately clenched his teeth.

He rattled his fist, and crushed a few of his teeth.

He was reciting the Lu clan's 'Heaven emperor mantra' to quickly restore his body's strength by burning his dantian.

He was going to launch a fatal blow at Song Gudu.

However, the time that Song Gudu had given him was too little.

It was incredibly difficult to restore his battle strength in such a short time, and to launch a fatal blow at a master like Song Gudu.

When he heard that Song Gudu was about to insert the ninth netherworld nail into the body of Li Muyang, he couldn't endure any longer.

In order not to arouse Song Gudu's attention, he did not even dare to summon over his long spear that had fallen to the ground.

He reached his hand into the ice and snow, gathering the pure white ice and snow into a ice spear.

Then, his body soared into the air, thrusting the ice spear at Song Gudu's heart.

Che——

The white ice spear in Liu Qingming's hand had pierced into Song Gudu's body.

He howled with laughter, "Song Gudu, you old dog——I finally killed you——I finally killed you—I have avenged my father——"

"Foolish." Song Gudu shook his head.

His body shook and a wave of blue-green light attacked all directions.

Boom——

Where the light waves pa.s.sed, the snow was cleared completely.

Kacha——

Lu Qingming's ice spear broke off in sections from the spearhead, until the entire ice spear exploded like a bubble.

Kacha——

Fragments of ice splattered everywhere.

However, Song Gudu remained unwounded.

The smile on Lu Qingming's face had froze, blood still overflowing his mouth.

His face was dripping with blood, looking like a crazy man in a state of madness.

Lu Qingming stared wide-eyed at Song Gudu, with puzzlement, disappointment, but more of unwillingness.  

"Why?"

"Why can't I kill him?"

Song Gudu's raised right hand suddenly slammed down at Lu Qingming.

Che——

The ninth netherworld nail was punched into the body of Lu Qingming.

"Pffff——"

Lu Qingming violently sprayed out a mouthful of blood as his body propelled into the distance like a loosed kite.

Thud——

Lu Qingming's body dropped into the snow. He stubbornly attempted to get up, straightened his back, head facing upwards, but collapsed with a thud again.

There was no more sound or movement.

At this moment, Li Muyang, who had been in an unconscious state, suddenly snapped open his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes shrouded in blood mist that concealed the pupils and without the slightest whiteness.

The eyes were filled with blood, bubbling blood.

On the back of his hand were black scales surfacing rapidly, and the palms had turned into sharp claws in an instant.

When Song Gudu turned his hand over to strike the netherworld nail into Lu Qingming's body, Li Muyang finally began to counterattack.

Cha——

He brandished the dark, sharp dragon claw and dug into Song Gudu's chest.

Kacha——

The claw, without any obstruction, was inserted into Song Gudu's chest, and then with a powerful dragging motion tore a long deep wound.

He was going to dig out Song Gudu's heart.

Chapter 491: The beginning of integration!

Li Muyang had been waiting for a chance.

Because of his lack of understanding of the true strength of Song Gudu, he had fallen into a dangerous state right away and allowed Song Gudu to clutch him by the neck.

To fall into the hands of a master like Song Gudu, who had suppressed him with 'a glance of thousands of years'. What was waiting for Li Muyang was only death.

At the very least, everyone had such a thought.

No one could escape from Song Gudu's hands unscathed, including the top cultivators of the Divine continent. And when his neck fell into Song Gudu's hand, he no longer had the strength to resist. Whether to kill or not to kill was entirely decided by Song Gudu.

Li Muyang had attempted to break free, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Later, Song Gudu began to torment Li Muyang, by using the qi of the netherworld underground. He solidified it into a dragon nail that was unbearably painful to even the dragon clan—————

One dragon nail after another was struck through the top of Li Muyang's head. When Li Muyang was in extreme agony he still clenched his teeth and endured.

He still needed a chance.

That was his only glimmer of hope too.

If he were unsuccessful, then he and his family, his parents and little sister, and the entire Lu family, would be slaughtered by the old dog—— –

What he didn't expect was that the opportunity was created by Lu Qingming.

The man who was his real father, the man who was seriously injured and had collapsed to the ground but was unable to witness his son's suffering, the man who knew he was going to die and still fought hard, the man who——Song Gudu had inserted a netherworld nail into.

The violent currents inside of Li Muyang had erupted out, the black crystal was constantly rotating in his heart.

Then, he instantly transformed into a dragon, taking advantage of the chance that Song Gudu thought it was absolutely safe, thought that Li Muyang, who had been inserted with eight netherworld nails, could no longer fight back, to aim the dragon claw at his chest while he was inserting a netherworld nail into Lu Qingming's body.

Hiss——

The sound of the claws tearing through the flesh could be heard, and then blood was seen spraying out the chest, like fierce spring water, splattering across the face of Li Muyang.

The expression of Li Muyang was hideous and terrifying, and the blood mist in his pupils was boiling.

His arms were already covered with scales, and the contrast between the black dragon scales and the snow-white snow around him gave a dark and mysterious feeling.

Li Muyang's two hands had turned into claws, which were sharper than a blade, pointier than a sharp knife. While Song Gudu was unguarded, he fiercely tore into his chest.

Li Muyang, who was originally wounded with eight netherworld nails, was already tortured into an inhuman state, but after being splattered by Song Gudu's blood, he looked more like a crazy beast that had fought out from the Asura field.

Li Muyang hated Song Gudu.

And was also afraid of Song Gudu.

Therefore, his first move was a killing move.

He wanted to kill him with one blow by taking advantage of the success of his surprise attack.

His claws punctured the flesh of Song Gudu's chest, tearing open a huge gap, and then stretched toward a deeper place.

He was going to pull out Song Gudu's heart and dig out Song Gudu's lungs.

He was going to crush them into flesh and blood, so that he could never return.

"Go die." Li Muyang roared at the top of his voice.

The claw had touched the heart, folded, and then squeezed forcefully.

Then the bizarre scene took place.

The wind stopped, the snow ceased.

The blood that was sprayed out froze in the air, and the expression of astonishment solidified on the face.

The claw that Li Muyang had stretched out to dig out the heart and lung also inexplicably froze——he felt the claw was constantly stretching inside, but that chest and internal organs were as though 108,000 miles away. No matter how hard Li Muyang tried there was no way he could touch them.

It was as though someone had cast some kind of magical time-pausing spell on everything in this world. Everything had stopped.

Li Muyang's face was twisted in puzzlement, the blood water in his eyes bubbling more frantically than before.

He felt danger.

Bang———

He felt a sharp pain at his chest.

Then Li Muyang saw his body flying away.

Huu———

The time-pausing spell ended.

The cold wind continued to blow and the heavy snow continued to fall.

Everything had returned to its original condition.  

What was only different from before was that Song Gudu had disappeared. But there was a burst of oppressive pain in his chest, as if a tremendous mountain was pressing down.

Bang——

Li Muyang's body fell to the ground. His feet heavily stamped on the snow, but also was constantly pushed back by a tremendous force.

Chi——

His body kept reeling back until he was far in the distance.

"Puchi———" Li Muyang spewed out mouthfuls of blood.  

He failed to pull out Song Gudu's heart, failed to dig out Song Gudu's lung, but almost had his heart and lung smashed to pieces. If it were not for tough and almost invincible body of the dragon, he most likely would have died.

Looking down at his chest, where Song Gudu had aimed a palm strike at, there were at least two bones that were broken.

If the eight netherworld nails that Song Gudu had inserted into the top of his head were the ultimate torment of his body and spirit, then the palm strike that sent him flying this time——was just a way of self-defense for Song Gudu.

He was thankful to the eight netherworld nails, because after such pain, Li Muyang found that there could be no other pain in the world.

At the end of pain, there will be no more pain.  

"It doesn't hurt at all." He wanted to proudly shout this out to everyone.

"But, what happened just now?" Li Muyang thought in his mind.

"Is this the extraordinary ability that a cultivator of the Astral projection realm could possess? If he could even freeze or pause time at will——then who else in the world could hurt him?"

"Puchi——"

In the sky, there was a violent cough of blood.

Then, he saw that in midair, Song Gudu also had residues of blood at the corners of his mouth.

"Song Gudu also bleeds."

If this scene was seen by the people of Tiandu, they will find it very hard to believe what they had saw.

Song Gudu evidently also did not think that he would bleed. How many years had it been, 50 years or 60 year, since he had seen such a——natural reaction after an injury?

Song Gudu reached out his hand, watching the blood droplets spraying out from his mouth and stopped in midair, unaffected by the wind.

The blood droplets were like red beads, resting in the palm of his hand. 那

"Blood." Song Gudu whispered.

He looked at Li Muyang opposite him and said, "You have wounded me."

Li Muyang's pupils were shrouded in blood mist, and even his voice had turned hoa.r.s.e, "Isn't this to be expected?"

"Perhaps." Song Gudu sighed. With the turn of his palm, the innumerable blood-coloured beads drifted around, disappearing into the air. He studied Li Muyang's dragon scales and claws and then said, "I am right, you're a dragon. This is the state of the dragon transformation?"

Then he shook his head again, "No, that's not right. It's just the state of half-dragon transformation. If it were the full dragon transformation, you should have become a true dragon. Like what Chu Xun had saw with his eyes——what Chu Xun saw was your true complete transformation. You transformed into a black dragon to kill."

"I'll kill you, too." Li Muyang hissed.

"I have to admit that the dragons are really too strong. In the Battle of the Dragon Slayer, first the invasive demonic force of the abyss was used to consume the power of the dragons, and then the elites of the nine states joined hands to ma.s.sacre the dragon clan. Millions of soldiers were lost, but the dragons unexpectedly managed to escape. Even now there are shadows of their activities. Now, come to think of it, the Battle of the Dragon Slayer was really necessary. Otherwise, now that group of dragons would be moving unhindered across the Divine continent. No matter how the hard the human race cultivators try, they will never be as strong as the dragons." Song Gudu's eyes were blazing as he looked at Li Muyang. "And you are a dragon. Li Muyang, this is why I want to make a deal with you——give me the secret of the longevity of the dragon, and I can spare your life."

"I want you dead." The blood-coloured eyes of Li Muyang were intently fixed on Song Gudu. "I will tear you into flesh and blood, I will trample you into the wilderness of the Black mountain, and I will make you die forever and never return. Since you want to live forever, I'm going to make you die painfully——"

"See. It is said that the dragons are violent, so this is true." Song Gudu gently sighed, looking at Li Muyang, "You think you can kill me?"

"You will know after I try."

"Li Muyang, your body is after all human, you're not a real dragon——you are only more fortunate than others that the soul of a dragon entered into your body when you were born." Song Gudu seemed to know about Li Muyang's situation very well. "If you are a true dragon, you would not have lived so miserable before, viewed as a fool, treated as a pig——From your present state, as well as the dragon clan skills you have shown before, if I have not guessed wrong, what entered your body should be the Tear of the legendary Dragon King, am I right?"

"What does that have to do with you?" Li Muyang appeared irritated and impatient. The eight netherworld nails in his body was bringing him unbearably pain, making him want to go on a killing spree.

"The Tear of the Dragon King and the Heart of the Weak Water are remarkable treasures. One can dominate the world with the possession of one of them. I didn't expect you to have both. But I have to say, the heavens is really too good to you. However, you are a human, yet want to absorb the secret techniques of the dragon clan. Do you think it will be that easy?"

"Li Muyang, I've seen your skills and moves. Even if you're a dragon, even if you have the Tear of the Dragon King——now you are only at the beginning of integration. What you know were just the moves in the old dragon's memory. You are very clever, know how to imitate, but you do not fully appreciate and comprehend the essence of the moves. In my eyes, the imitated moves are full of mistakes———so, do you still want to try it?"