Chapter 1171: The Shard of Mount Tai (1/2)

“That’s right, this abyss was refined from the core essence of the Abyssal Hell!” the lizard-dragon quickly piped up when he heard Lu Yun’s murmuring.

It was well and truly afraid of the human now. When even the strength of the abyss couldn’t defeat the little monster in front of it, the lizard truly accepted its defeat. It wouldn’t dare move on Lu Yun now even if the human lay gravely injured on the ground.

Reality had riddled its confidence full of holes; the human had become its everlasting nightmare and would never be erased from its consciousness.

Lu Yun took in the lizard-dragon’s mood through the Karmic Tree.

“It looks like the Abyssal Hell truly has shattered,” Lu Yun sighed and looked at the Sanguine Flame that’d returned to the oil lamp. The hint of consciousness from it had entered a quiet state, as if digesting the zombie king that it’d just devoured.

“Alright, let’s talk about you then.” Lu Yun looked solemnly at the lizard-dragon. “Do you want to die, or do you want to die? Do you want to die, or do you want to have your corpse stink for ten thousand years after you die?”

He waved two jade talismans around.

The lizard-dragon looked dumbly at Lu Yun and didn’t have a response.

“I’m young, I don’t want to die…” it replied weakly after a long moment.

“So you want to have your corpse stink for ten thousand years?” Lu Yun answered with a half smile.

“…WAHH! I don’t want to die or have my corpse stink for ten thousand years! Wahhhh!” The bawling lizard-dragon flopped in front of Lu Yun and tightly clutched the human’s thigh. The youth had already beaten it twice in a row, there was no shame in crying over spilled milk—er, dragon.

It couldn’t return to Dragonhollow Mountain anymore. It’d failed its mission and lost the abyss—it would certainly be skinned alive when it returned and made into a stuffed lizard.

“If you don’t want to die, then you want to live?” A disdainful Lu Yun kicked it aside and dusted off the tears and snot on his pants with a firm shake of immortal power.

“Uh huh uh huh uh huh!” The lizard-dragon bobbed its head rapidly, like a chicken looking for corn. “I, I can swear loyalty to milord!”

It was the first time it’d voiced this sentiment, and it’d appeared only when Lu Yun crushed the zombie king. If it’d harbored even a little bit of hope in turning things around, it would never surrender to Lu Yun.

“Swear loyalty to me?” Lu Yun snorted. “I don’t keep around lazy moochers.”

“I’m not a moocher! I’m a dragon, so I’d be a lazy dragon!”

Lu Yun’s expression sank. “So you really were planning on mooching off me, huh?”

The lizard-dragon trembled violently. “No, no, no! I’m really good in a fight! I can be your henchdragon—er, henchman, milord! With this abyss here, I can rival even a regular king or two of the Hongmeng!”

“Oh? So not only do you want to laze around, but you want this abyss as well?” Lu Yun sneered meaningfully.

“No, no, no! I don’t want the abyss!” The lizard-dragon almost burst into tears.

“Alright, that’s enough bullshit. Come inside.” Lu Yun waved a hand and opened the Gates of the Abyss.