But then again, since Chang Wu had such a noble identity, why did he end up in such a miserable state in his own territory? He would have to wait until Long Tatian seized his body and met Pill Elder before he could rise again?
This question was actually very simple, because this young master of the Regional King was born a good-for-nothing, which meant that he had not inherited the slightest bit of bloodline power from his family.
Although the power of bloodline was a power that humans would inevitably pass down through the bloodline inheritance, there would occasionally be some exceptions. It was like a prank by the gods. Almost one in a thousand people would be born without any power at all.
If it were any other ordinary family, they would have accepted their misfortune. It was not impossible for them to live a peaceful life as a commoner in the future. However, Chang Wu could not do it. He was the direct descendant of the Chang family, one of the only six blood-related families with more than a thousand years of inheritance.
Ever since Chang Wu started to understand things, he realized that his life was much more difficult than his three siblings. Not only did his mother die young, but his father never even looked at him in the eye. As a result, he was humiliated in the family and even arranged to clean the toilet.
What was even worse was that after Long Tatian transmigrated, the first person he met was Chang Wu's fiancée, who was also the daughter of another big family in Yuzhou. Then, the daughter sneered and threw the marriage annulment document in his face.
It was precisely because he had suffered such humiliation that Long Tatian desired power so much. He longed to rule the entire Yuzhou one day. He longed to press his ex-fiancée under his feet and let her lick his shoes. For this, he would do anything.
Fortunately, not long ago, when he was cleaning toilets, he accidentally picked up a ring from an old toilet bowl and got to know this Pill Elder. After Pill Elder activated his bloodline, Dragon Treading Heaven finally turned around and became a descendant of the bloodline.
I can't lose! I can't lose! I can't lose!
As time passed, Long Tatian became more and more irritated as he saw the two of them getting further and further away from the cave. He almost couldn't hold it in and wanted to attack them two or three times, but he stopped when he noticed Meng Cui's vigilant gaze.
I'm almost there, I'm almost there. I can't die!
At the same time, Meng Cui's heart tightened. His eyes were fixed on the figure behind him. If there was any movement, he would kill the Dragon Whelp immediately.
In this murderous atmosphere, the surrounding scenery became more and more familiar. Long Tatian looked around and realized that they had already reached the position where they had just entered the valley not long ago.
However, not long ago, there were four figures here, and when they returned, there were only two left.
I will definitely avenge the two of you! When he saw this familiar scene, Meng Huo immediately felt a strong sense of indignation. He swore that he would report what had happened here to the Blood Cultivator Alliance and let Long Tatian receive the punishment he deserved.
When one was thinking about something, it was easy for one to not notice the environment around them. In a bush not far away from Meng Huo, there was something that he was very familiar with.
The grass in the valley was quite lush. The highest part of the verdant grassland was even higher than an adult's knee height. Therefore, if something was hidden in the grass, it was easy to not find it if one did not pay attention.
However, not long ago, when Meng Cuo and the others followed Long Tatian into the valley, the cautious Meng Cuo had set a trap in this patch of grass.
This trap was not a very impressive thing. It was just a simple rope that connected the trees on both sides together, and then a blade was placed in front of the rope.
After this setup was completed, if someone or any large creature rashly walked past, there was a high chance that they would trip over the rope and fall onto the blade in front of them without any warning.
This kind of blade was a common tool sold in the shops of the Blood Cultivator Alliance. It looked like a small sword mountain and could be placed on the wall or the ground. Although the power would not cause death, it would not be a problem to cause a certain degree of injury.
As a relatively low-level bronze-level blood cultivator, Meng Cui didn't have much of an advantage over many people in terms of combat power. Therefore, when he went out to carry out missions, he would often use a large number of tools to strengthen his combat power, and the combination of blade and rope was the one that he used the most.
Just as Meng Cui was thinking about all sorts of things and staring at Long Tatian, he suddenly tripped over something and lost his balance!
A trip rope? In an instant, Meng Cui's entire body fell forward. Almost a second later, a blade that was not big but shone with a metallic luster appeared in front of him!
What was even worse was that the blade was aimed right at Meng Huo's eyes. If the blade had hit him, he would probably have to change his name to Flying Bat Meng Zhen 'e.
Bastard! However, Meng Cui was an old fox who had been wandering the world for seven or eight years. Even at such a critical moment, he did not panic. Instead, he twisted his body slightly in the air as fast as he could.
Zi! The moment Meng Cui fell to the ground, blood spurted out like a rain of blood in the air! However, the place where the blood spurted out was not his eyes, but the area near his shoulder.
Thanks to Meng Qiu's timely twist, the blade did not pierce his eye. Instead, it grazed his shoulder. Although he looked like he had lost a lot of blood, his injury was not as serious as he had imagined.
Wait, where's the Dragon Whelp! When Meng Cui woke up, he immediately jumped up from the ground. However, he realized in despair that the baby Thunder Pupil Dragon in his hand had disappeared without a trace!
"Hehe, hahaha! It seems that even the heavens are helping me!" At this moment, a wild laugh came from behind him.
Meng Kuang gulped and turned around, only to see Long Tatian holding the young dragon with one hand and the other on his back.
This time, it was over. Which bastard set up this trap? As if I put the blade and the trip rope there myself?
It was not until then that Meng Cui realized that he had indeed placed a set of traps in a patch of grass to be cautious when he entered the valley. He had also made a mark on the tree beside the trap.
Meng Cui raised his head and saw a very eye-catching saber mark on the tree beside him. It was the one he had left not long ago.
The heavens were really blind. At this moment, Meng Cui was only left with endless grievance.
The road in this valley was very wide, and there were many trees and grass in this area. He never thought that he would be unlucky enough to accidentally step into this small trap. How unlucky was this!
"Hmph, have you decided on your last words?”
Just as Meng Cui was filled with grief and indignation, Long Tatian, who was behind him, was smiling so brightly that his handsome face bloomed. He hugged the ignorant little Dragon Whelp while circulating his powerful Blood Qi in his hands, preparing to kill this reckless fellow.
Fight me? The heavens are on my side! How are you going to fight me? Long Tatian thought to himself as he stroked the fine scales on the Dragon Whelp's body.
It was true that Meng Kuang was able to accurately step on the traps that he had set up within a few thousand meters of the bushes. To some extent, it was the luck of the Demon Slayer Halo. Demon Slayers were just such rascals.
"You, you will have your retribution. A beast that attacks its companion will definitely not have a good ending! I'll wait for you downstairs!" At the last moment, Meng Cui couldn't help but shed tears of unwillingness and said fiercely.
The reason why he was crying was not because he was about to die. Since he had already embarked on the path of a blood cultivator, most people had long been prepared to die suddenly one day. Therefore, Meng Tian actually had no complaints about this.
The reason why he was crying was mainly because of his strong unwillingness and anger.
Meng Cui didn't want himself and his two companions to die in this desolate valley for no reason, and become fertilizer for wild beasts.
What was even more infuriating was that the culprit who caused all this could quietly leave after obtaining the treasure and the Dragon Whelp. In the future, he would definitely be able to do even better, while the three of them had just disappeared into the torrent of history.
"Retribution? What nonsense are you talking about? I am the chosen one! It was a Demon Slayer! He was the protagonist of this world! People like you are just fertilizer on my way to the top!”
The more Long Tatian spoke, the more excited he became. He casually threw the young earth dragon to the ground and grabbed Meng Cui's neck like he was grabbing a chick. He shouted at Meng Cui,"Even if I kill so many people and rob so many things, this world is my playground, so I will continue to do this in the future. What can you do to me? Or rather, who can do anything to me?”
"Is that so? Then do you think I can do anything to you?”However, just as Long Tatian finished his speech, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Who was it? At this moment, Long Tatian finally broke free from his extreme excitement. However, when he turned around, he saw a figure that should have left not long ago standing behind him. His entire body was burning with anger.
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