The Jiao dragon’s body, every time it moved, was accompanied by an enormous eruption of Spiritual Power, which forced the four back.
Even in a heavily injured state, it still possessed such strength.
This Jiao dragon, if at its peak, would possess a strength of at least the seventh level of the Yu Feng realm, possibly even as powerful as the eighth or ninth level, a formidable mythical beast.
Such a beast was not something the four members of the Feng Shen Sect could injure.
There certainly had to be something strange going on.
"Brother Feng, I didn’t expect we’d encounter such an injured Jiao dragon today, what a stroke of luck,"
a disciple of the Feng Shen Sect suddenly said.
Chu Fengmian was now a hundred zhang away from them.
Yet, the sound seemed as if it was spoken right next to Chu Fengmian’s ear.
After practicing the Battle Dragon Technique, Chu Fengmian’s body had become more akin to that of an ancient battle dragon, his senses far surpassing those of humans.
Even saints could not achieve such abilities.
"This Jiao dragon’s blood can help us refine our bodies. With it, we all might have the chance to break through to the Yu Feng realm,"
another disciple of the Feng Shen Sect said.
His voice too carried an immense excitement.
Every part of a Jiao dragon was a treasure; its blood alone could aid Martial Artists in achieving a breakthrough, even if they couldn’t obtain the dragon elixir.
Getting some of the Jiao dragon’s blood was a huge opportunity for them.
A Jiao dragon was not something you could find easily in the entire Wu Sheng realm, not to mention the formidable strength of a Jiao dragon.
Many Jiao dragons had the power of the Divine Power realm, and even saints would not dare to provoke them lightly.
A heavily injured Jiao dragon was a gift from heaven, a wealth anyone could just pick up off the ground.
"Do not underestimate it; the Jiao dragon still has strength. First, let’s kill the Jiao dragon. I will only take its dragon elixir, and the rest of the flesh and blood will be yours,"
Feng Heyue, the leader, said.
His eyes were also filled with greed.
For a Jiao dragon, the most important part was the dragon elixir. With the dragon elixir, the flesh and blood were minor.
His strength ranked only within the top twenty among the young talents of the day.
But if he could obtain this Jiao dragon elixir.
It was very likely he could match the likes of Yan Nan, and even potentially challenge Zhi Lingtian.
A Jiao dragon elixir was indeed a tremendous opportunity.
Hearing Feng Heyue’s promise, the other three disciples of the Feng Shen Sect became even more excited as they spoke.
The four figures once again tangled with the Jiao dragon.
Several minutes passed, and the Jiao dragon seemed to feel its strength draining, its resistance growing weaker.
It appeared to be reaching its limit.
With a roar, the Jiao dragon’s body turned, attempting to flee in one direction.
"Looks Jiao dragon can’t hold on anymore. Aren’t you going to make your move?"
Han Yueli spoke from the side, upon seeing this scene.
It looked like the Jiao dragon was already out of strength, possibly about to be slain at any moment.
Wasn’t this the perfect time to kill the Jiao dragon and seize the dragon elixir?
But it seemed that Chu Fengmian was still not in a hurry, merely watching everything calmly, without any intention of making a move.
"A Jiao Dragon, though its lineage impure, is a dragon nonetheless, and such an onslaught is not enough to push it to its limits."
Chu Fengmian quietly said.
Dragons, creatures of supreme nobility, possessing innate noble blood, would never flee even in death.
Even when facing a life-and-death crisis, they would choose to fight to the death rather than flee.
This Jiao Dragon, though seemingly fleeing, was actually feigning weakness intentionally, as Chu Fengmian could tell.
Perhaps it was leading these four Wind Realm Martial Artists to a certain place to suddenly strike.
The intelligence of a Jiao Dragon is not inferior to that of humans, naturally crafting some strategies.
At this moment, to rashly pursue would likely mean death, without even knowing how one died.
"Feng Brother, the Jiao Dragon is escaping."
A Fengshenzong disciple urgently shouted.
"This Jiao Dragon appears to be at the end of its strength, it must be trying to return to its lair for a final stand. There must be countless treasures in the lair of this Jiao Dragon. If we get them, we’ll strike it rich!"
Feng Heyue exclaimed excitedly.
The Jiao Dragon’s lair was known in countless tales as a place containing myriad treasures.
Thinking of the myriad treasures just ahead, Feng Heyue was extremely thrilled.
The other three disciples of Fengshenzong were no exception; all were visibly excited.
Four figures quickly chased after.
Chu Fengmian stood up, was about to leave, but suddenly paused, stopping in his tracks.
He hastily motioned for Han Yueli beside him to stop.
Almost simultaneously, two auras also flew past above, seemingly chasing after the Jiao Dragon as well.
"Indeed, this Jiao Dragon isn’t as simple as it appears."
Feeling the presence of those two auras, Chu Fengmian thought to himself.
The owners of these two auras were indeed strong beings, both having reached the fifth level of the Wind Realm. It seemed that they were the ones who had truly injured the Jiao Dragon.
But it appeared they had intentionally let the Jiao Dragon escape, allowing those disciples from Fengshenzong to encounter and pursue it.
"Let’s go, but you better not make a move later. Stay far on the side, and if something unexpected happens, run away immediately."
Chu Fengmian looked back, advised Han Yueli, then flashed his figure and followed.
He did not want to involve others in his quest to obtain the Dragon Pellet; it was his own desire.
Han Yueli wanted to say something, but eventually, she resignedly gave up and followed as well.
Han Yueli wanted to refute Chu Fengmian’s words; she was a peak Divine Sea Realm Martial Artist. Since when did she need to be looked after and instructed by a Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist like Chu Fengmian?
But thinking of Chu Fengmian’s strength, Han Yueli had no ground to argue.
Especially since Chu Fengmian had managed to slay Yan Xuan, his strength was indeed much greater than hers.
Throughout this journey, it was mostly Chu Fengmian taking the lead, with Han Yueli following by his side.
Unknowingly, it seemed as if Han Yueli had grown somewhat dependent on Chu Fengmian.
"No, as a Martial Artist, how could she depend on anyone else, let alone him."
A hint of shadow flickered in Han Yueli’s eyes.
"Hopefully in the future, we won’t become enemies."