Chapter 1496: Joy Turns to Sorrow

Chapter 1496: Chapter 1496: Joy Turns to Sorrow

Yang Yan’s mouth curled into a faint smile: "This is best; I was afraid of hurting him! Now it seems, I can let him enjoy a good lesson. It’ll teach him well."

Just as Yang Yan and Vermilion Bird were chatting, a sudden gust of wind appeared beside Yang Yan, slowly forming a small tornado around him.

The wind wall dissipated, revealing a burly figure next to Yang Yan.

This person was none other than Blood Slaughter.

However, his complexion wasn’t very good.

This time, without greeting Yang Yan, Blood Slaughter asked him with a sullen voice, "You’d better explain, I just received news about those dozens of Blood Killing Guard corpses, what’s going on?"

Yang Yan didn’t look at him, but gestured towards Ao Bo and Zhang Jia, who were in combat, saying, "The results are all there, see for yourself!"

It seems Blood Slaughter received word at the last minute and wasn’t aware of the true situation.

Naturally, Yang Yan suddenly wanted to tease this old man and didn’t immediately disclose the situation of the remaining people.

Blood Slaughter followed his gaze, but his expression didn’t improve: "This is what you’re showing me?"

In the field, Zhang Jia and the others were being overwhelmingly defeated by Ao Bo, retreating step by step.

The most infuriating thing was Ao Bo’s arrogant voice rang out like rolling thunder, "Hahaha! Surrender, surrender obediently! This young master has already won."

However, Yang Yan was not flustered in the slightest, rather he displayed a smile with the assurance of victory.

Seeing Yang Yan’s expression, Vermilion Bird’s adorable face also maintained its smile throughout.

She probably understood Yang Yan’s character better than anyone; the more Ao Bo gets carried away, the harder he’d fall when the plot reverses later.

Blood Slaughter had a fiery temper, though he had reined it in considerably recently, it was remarkable he didn’t immediately explode seeing the annoying scene before him.

He suspiciously glared at Yang Yan for a moment, unable to resist asking in a low voice, "Hey! You have to give me an explanation today."

In his anger, he even changed the way he addressed him.

These were Blood Killing Guards he had painstakingly trained, and the first batch he kept with much effort, now ruined by Yang Yan, barely four remaining.

Even more infuriating is that despite a noticeable increase in their strength, they were suppressed and embarrassingly defeated.

Blood Slaughter simply could not accept such a result.

Yang Yan didn’t expect Blood Slaughter to react so strongly.

Back when the Blood Killing Guards were being forged, this old guy was indeed stone-hearted.

Now, it seemed reversed.

Yang Yan thought it amusing, naturally not offended by Blood Slaughter’s words, and still calmly said, "No hurry, just watch carefully, you’ll understand."

Having said that, he turned his gaze back to the battlefield, assuming a profound and mysterious aura.

Blood Slaughter felt somewhat helpless, though internally frustrated to death, he didn’t speak further.

He coldly snorted, glared at Yang Yan, and refocused his gaze on the battlefield.

At this moment, Zhang Jia couldn’t hold on, being forcefully pushed back by Ao Bo’s surge of momentum, then sent flying by his dragon claw.

Blood Slaughter watched, his eyes filled with rage, unwillingly glancing at Yang Yan again.

Yet Yang Yan’s smile grew even brighter, causing Blood Slaughter to pause, seemingly realizing something.

Once again he fixed his gaze on the four warrior guards led by Zhang Jia.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, the battle persisted for about half an incense stick’s time, with the four Blood Killing Guards facing Ao Bo being bloodied, skin barely intact.

Ao Bo, perhaps knowing the importance of these four to War God Academy, although harsh, wasn’t fatal in his attacks.

With another strike from Ao Bo’s claw, drawing blood from one of the four, he himself grew tiresome, instinctively looking towards Yang Yan.

His eyes seemed to be asking: Godfather, is it enough now? If so, let’s end the battle!

At this moment, Yang Yan’s eyes lit up, addressing those on the battlefield:

"It’s time, form the array!"

Ao Bo was noticeably stunned, suddenly feeling an ominous foreboding.

But he instinctively glanced at the four, bloodied and struggling to stand, finding it amusing.

"Hahaha! Give up, this young master is invincible." Ao Bo said this while intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Yang Yan.

Yang Yan’s constant smile seemed to deeply provoke him.

Ao Bo gritted his teeth hard, as if encouraging himself, loudly saying: "No array or whatever, under absolute power, it’s all useless! Godfather, prepare your stuff!"

As he spoke, his attacks intensified further.

Observant people could see that this cunning fellow was also worried about Yang Yan’s array.

His plan was to strike first and knock them down before their array formed.

Regarding Yang Yan’s so-called array, Blood Slaughter and Vermilion Bird were perplexed.

However, Zhang Jia and the others exchanged a quick glance, suddenly springing into action as if receiving a signal.

They swiftly opened distance from Ao Bo, each seeking their position.

After several exchanges, even though their injuries were severe, in an instant they had placed Ao Bo in the center, simultaneously drawing their swords, with their blood light bursting forth as if igniting.

At the moment they drew their swords, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened, and out of nowhere appeared clouds covering the sun, drastically reducing visibility.

As mist rose from the ground, a few cracks sounded, and four blood-red vines thick as an adult’s arm burst from the hard ground, immediately binding Ao Bo.

Even more dramatic, sliced tendrils like spikes drilled directly into the crevices of Ao Bo’s scales.

He struggled slightly, and an excruciating pain immediately swept through his nerves.

Ah—

Amid Ao Bo’s heart-wrenching cries of agony, they felt the surrounding winds picking up, a terrifying aura pressing in closer with each step.

"Ah—I’ll fight you all!"

Ao Bo roared furiously, no longer caring about the pain, twisting his body fiercely to break free.

However, almost immediately he despaired.

He realized the more force he exerted, the tighter the vines bound him, and the piercing pain nearly caused him to pass out.

Yet it was seemingly impossible for him to faint.

Because the vines occasionally discharged electricity, sending currents through his tendrils into his bloodstream, continuously stimulating his nerves...

At this moment, Ao Bo’s attacks temporarily paused, and Zhang Jia and the four finally launched their true attack following Yang Yan’s cue.