Chapter 1490: Come On, Follow Me to a Place

Chapter 1490: Chapter 1490: Come On, Follow Me to a Place

Ao Bo let out a painful roar and was immediately knocked flying a hundred zhang away.

He shook his dizzy head and looked up to the sky in astonishment, searching for the shadow of that cyan streak of light.

But unexpectedly, the owner of those claws was relentless, flashing by Ao Bo’s side once more.

Another fierce swipe sent him flying again.

Ao Bo was also furious, letting out a roar and trying to chase after.

However, the great disparity in cultivation made his attacks completely futile, unable to even touch the opponent’s shadow.

Instead, Ao Bo took another hit, painfully.

Even though he had transformed into his true form, those claws still left deep scars on his cheeks.

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird was utterly unrelenting, claw shadows flying incessantly towards Ao Bo’s face.

In the end, Ao Bo completely gave up, covering his head with his forepaws, allowing Nine Netherworld Fire Bird to continue tormenting him.

Perhaps having fought enough, or disdaining to bully the weak Ao Bo further, Nine Netherworld Fire Bird suddenly stopped.

It hovered opposite Ao Bo, suspiciously looking at him: "Strange... How did you become this weak after so many years? And how did you end up so small?"

Ao Bo suddenly felt the storm-like attacks finally come to a halt, trembling as he lifted a claw to peek at the other side.

His eyes were full of tears at this moment, with a face of utter despair.

Although the Nine Netherworld Fire Bird hadn’t tried to kill him from start to finish, the beating was truly painful!

If Vermilion Bird and White Tiger’s actions were merely tickling, then the one before him almost inflicted him with deep wounds.

Ao Bo urgently sought help from Yang Yan.

Yang Yan heard Ao Bo’s transmission, secretly holding back laughter, pretending not to hear.

After a while, seeing Ao Bo had been tormented enough, Yang Yan waved his hand to confine the little bird beside him.

The once arrogant Nine Netherworld Fire Bird suddenly found itself immobile, roaring angrily: "Bold human, do you know who I am? You dare imprison me, I am an Immortal Phoenix."

Yang Yan looked at it disdainfully: "What Phoenix? Don’t think I don’t know your true nature, you’re just a Nine Netherworld Fire Bird with damaged Nirvana."

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird stared at Yang Yan for at least five seconds, awkwardly asking, "So, what do you want?"

Yang Yan looked maliciously at Nine Netherworld Fire Bird and said, "I think being an Ancient Divine Bird, you must taste quite good. Nine Netherworld Fire Bird, I’ve never tried it before, how about preparing a Fire Bird feast with one hundred and eight methods?"

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird was horrified, struggling to break free despite consuming its cultivation.

Unfortunately, even after burning the confinement around its bloodline, it still couldn’t move an inch.

Thus, it completely gave up.

Even though it had a fallback tactic, burning its soul was far too costly and extremely painful, something it absolutely wouldn’t try unless as a last resort.

Then, it adopted a flattering expression, speaking in a negotiating tone to Yang Yan: "Master, let’s talk it over, talk it over. Nine Netherworld Fire Bird meat is really not tasty."

Yang Yan found it amusing, but said with a fierce expression: "Is that so? How would I know if it’s tasty or not without trying it? Let me taste it myself! I’ve tried all kinds of meat, but oddly enough, I’ve yet to try the flavor of Nine Netherworld Fire Bird!"

As Yang Yan spoke, he exaggeratedly licked his lips.

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird couldn’t help but feel terrified, did this person really intend to eat it?!

Yang Yan gave it no time to think, a Space Blade congealed in his hand.

The Nine Netherworld Fire Bird, still holding onto a sliver of hope, turned pale as it truly sensed a deadly danger emanating from it.

In an instant, it hesitated no longer and made a decision, its huge body trembled, releasing a soul light from its forehead.

"Master, this is my strand of life-bound soul light, with it in your possession, my life will be entirely dependent on you."

"Just think, a living Nine Netherworld Fire Bird must be of greater value than a dead one."

Although Yang Yan hadn’t planned on killing the Nine Netherworld Fire Bird, seeing it so timid, how could he resist extorting some leftover value from it?

Yang Yan said coldly, "Oh, really? Then tell me what skills you have? We don’t take in useless creatures here."

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird quickly glanced at Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, slightly calming its nerves, and then immediately explained its worth as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

After listening, Yang Yan couldn’t help but show a hint of a smile.

Only then did the Nine Netherworld Fire Bird realize it had fallen for a trick.

This feeling of being toyed with instantly fueled its anger.

However, as Yang Yan shot a cold look over, Nine Netherworld Fire Bird immediately shrank back.

Yang Yan then asked, "Now, tell me why did you keep attacking Ao Bo when you saw him?"

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird, already full of resentment, vented angrily upon hearing this: "Back then, when I was undergoing Nirvana, a damn dragon kept preventing my Nirvana, saying it wanted me to join in resisting a great calamity."

"I’m not stupid, I was about to Nirvana. I hadn’t expected that shameless old dragon would place my Nirvana egg on a battlefield between two forces. In the end, I was lucky, though severely injured, I barely succeeded in Nirvana. Otherwise..."

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird looked at Yang Yan with grievance but dared not finish the sentence.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but laugh, realizing why the Nine Netherworld Fire Bird relentlessly pursued Ao Bo with attacks.

Nine Netherworld Fire Bird was indeed a peculiar creature.

Unlike the Phoenix, each Nirvana would produce an egg, and only after nine times would it undergo a fiery rebirth, achieving the perfect state of an Ancient Phoenix.

The Nine Netherworld Fire Bird before them had barely gone through its third Nirvana, its power was moderate.

Yet even so, not only Ao Bo, but even Vermilion Bird and White Tiger combined might not match up to it.

Yang Yan turned to the somewhat bewildered Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, "Let’s go, follow me to a place."

Vermilion Bird reacted first, eagerly nodding.

Only, her gaze at Yang Yan now held more admiration.

Perhaps the feelings of White Tiger and Ao Bo weren’t strong enough, but as a close relative of Nine Netherworld Fire Bird, Vermilion Bird could sense the abundant Ancient Bloodline it possessed.

Now that Yang Yan could so easily subdue it, it was evident how terrifying his strength was.

In an instant, Vermilion Bird had greater anticipation for this journey to Wandering Dragon Star.

Yang Yan wouldn’t bother concerning himself with the thoughts of these four creatures, leading them to the Blood Killing Guard’s training grounds.

Upon Yang Yan’s arrival, apart from the few in meditation, everyone else instinctively stood up, looking respectfully at their temporary instructor, the headmaster.

They all wondered what kind of terrifying training method this esteemed figure was thinking up to torment them next...