Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 598 Attack and Kill
Of course Di Tian did it on purpose. He had long been aware of Wang Dong's ridiculous and annoying hostility towards him. His mind was far more meticulous and nostalgic than it appeared.

And a nostalgic dragon will definitely hold a grudge.

He was too lazy to refute Wang Dong's previous accusations of "seducing" Xing with words, but he had plenty of ways to make her uncomfortable.

The Cow Cat was indeed very good at predicting things. He didn't need to say anything. The location of the ring was enough to be heartbreaking.

He could even clearly feel how painful and unbelievable Wang Dong's eyes became when the ring appeared, which made him feel an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

But he never said a word to Wang Dong, so Wang Dong couldn't find a reason to find fault. After all, she had been warned by Mu Xing not long ago.

So, when Ji Dong sighed in an envious tone, "I wish someone could give me one," Wang Dong instantly understood that his coveting of the symbolic meaning of the ring was tantamount to walking directly into her trap.

The anger that had nowhere to vent instantly made her turn her attention to Ji Dong, "You! You have a family! How can you be so shameless?!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Ji Dong was stunned by this inexplicable accusation, but then he realized that this fool had completely misjudged him. He looked at Wang Dong, whose eyes were red with anger, and he felt so absurd that he wanted to laugh.

He actually laughed.

He has a wife, but he doesn't have a super artifact! Forget him, even if Lie Yan himself came, he would shed tears of envy at the Tiansheng Rifting Halberd.

But instead of explaining, he went along with the performance, acting like a god of evil. He raised his lips wickedly, looking Wang Dong up and down with a frivolous, provocative look, then drew out his words, "Oh?" His gaze deliberately swept across the ring on Di Tian's hand before returning to Wang Dong's pale, angry face.

"So what?" He shrugged, acting as if it was a matter of course. "Such a...special token, who wouldn't want it?" He deliberately emphasized the word "special", and his tone was ambiguous.

Then, he leaned forward slightly and asked in a low voice with a very provocative and teasing tone: "Don't you want it?"

This sentence accurately exposed Wang Dong's deepest and most unbearable desire in broad daylight!

"You—!" Wang Dong's blood instantly surged, and her cheeks flushed red. It wasn't because of shyness, but because of extreme shame and anger, and the embarrassment of being seen through! She wanted to refute, wanted to curse, but she found that her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't say a word.

Seeing her on the verge of exploding with anger yet utterly helpless, Ji Dong chuckled smugly, as if a prank had been successfully pulled. He lazily straightened up again, ignoring her completely. Wang Dong trembled with rage, her nails digging deep into her palms, her disgust for Ji Dong reaching its peak. She gritted her teeth, forcing back the tears of grievance that threatened to spill from her eyes, and turned her head sharply again, her gaze meeting Di Tian's in an almost imperceptible exchange in the air.

Di Tian's eyes were silent, yet filled with condescending disdain and a knowing sneer. They clearly conveyed utter contempt and disdain, lacking even the slightest interest in arguing. It was as if all her emotions were merely a farce of impotent rage in his eyes. Then, his gaze drifted away indifferently, returning to the distance, completely ignoring her presence.

Wang Dong was so angry that he was trembling all over because of this silent yet ubiquitous contempt and provocation, but he could not find any verbal handle on the other party. All his anger and grievances could only be suppressed in his heart, like a trapped beast with nowhere to vent, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

However, this suffocating standoff did not last long.

An extremely sharp and fierce aura suddenly approached, and Long Yan's figure returned to the tower silently like a ghost. The dark red light of the dragon-slaying sword in his hand flickered, as if it had returned from drinking blood.

Wang Dong didn't even have time to see clearly what was happening. He only felt a sudden surge of terror and trembling from the depths of his soul. The scene before him became hazy and distorted, as if time and space were about to be cut off!
Long Yan didn't say anything nonsense and didn't give any signs. He held the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand. Instead of chasing forward, his body flashed sideways strangely, occupying an excellent angle for attack. A terrifying dark red sword light appeared out of thin air.

The blade's light wasn't vast, but it was incredibly condensed, as if it contained within it all the laws of slashing. Wherever the blade's light passed, space wailed under the weight, ripping open a tiny yet bottomless black crack, its target pointed directly at Wang Dong!

This strike wasn't a test, but rather contained the Dragon Slaying Blade's natural restraint and absolute killing intent against all dragons and related beings! It came without warning and was incredibly ruthless!

Wang Dong's soul was in a state of panic. The strong threat of death caused the divine power in her body to burst out instantly!
"boom--!"

An intense purple light burst out from her body like an explosion. The light was so bright that it made her look like a small purple sun that suddenly lit up. The powerful fluctuations of divine power tried to counter the sword intent that cut through everything.

However, this burst of purple divine power did not counterattack or defend in the direction of Long Yan, but instead generated a huge thrust backwards!
"Whoosh-!"

Driven by this purple divine power, Wang Dong's figure was thrown out as if by an invisible giant hand. He flew backwards at an astonishing speed, broke through the already broken wall of the tower, and directly retreated out of the tower, narrowly avoiding the sharp core of the fatal sword.

The blade light passed by the place where she was previously, silently destroying a large area of ​​the tower structure behind her and the wasteland farther away, creating a bottomless ravine.

Long Yan's attack missed, but the coldness in his eyes didn't fade in the slightest. Instead, his pure, annihilating will against the dragon race intensified. He didn't give Wang Dong any chance to breathe or question him. With a mysterious step, his figure once again tore through space like a ghost!
His speed was extremely fast, like a dark red lightning, and he instantly caught up to Wang Dong who had just stabilized his body. He raised the dragon-slaying sword in his hand again, and the severed dragon pattern on the dark red blade let out a shrill whimper. The nine soul rings, eight black and one gold, suddenly lit up, especially the golden god-level soul ring, which burst out with suffocating pressure.

This time the sword was more powerful and direct. It was no longer a tentative long-range sword light, but a close-range slash. The blade directly locked onto the part of Wang Dong's body that had a subtle connection with the Dragon God bloodline.