Awooo—
The blow from the sky would be fatal to an ordinary beast, and even for a ferocious leopard that had comprehended supernatural powers, such a blow was painful enough, and its screams no longer had their former might.
Even in such pain, it did not give up its attack. Instead, it used the pain to bite through Wu Pan's golden mace.
"You beast, cease your arrogance!"
The broken divine weapon did not affect the Martial Judge's rationality. Instead, he seized the opportunity and punched it hard on the head, causing its teeth to crumble and its flesh to roll back.
roar!
The ferocious beast let out a roar, and the injuries that had deformed its body and would have been fatal to an ordinary beast were miraculously healed once again.
After recovering from its injuries, the ferocious beast abandoned the now-weapon-less Martial Judge and turned to bite the very thing that had just broken its spine.
Bang!
But as soon as it turned its head, it saw a long, slender tail covered in silver scales come crashing down on it, smashing half of its massive body into the ground.
The surrounding spirits and deities all felt the ground tremble slightly. Such divine power made them stare in astonishment at the object manifested by the silver light—a majestic, awe-inspiring silver-scaled dragon.
roar!
The ferocious beast crawled out of the ground, but before it could move, the dragon stretched out its claw and swatted it away. It appeared to be completely powerless to resist.
crackling sound—
Silver lightning brewed in the dragon's mouth, and in just two or three breaths, a bolt of lightning as thick as an adult's arm burst forth from its mouth, striking the fierce beast on the head.
The distinctive smell of burnt flesh filled the air, but to the astonishment of the dragon descending from the sky, the ferocious beast, despite the agony of half its body being charred, leaped into the air and pounced on him.
Then, unsurprisingly, the ferocious beast, as large as an ox, was once again whipped to the ground. It appeared extremely weak, and this time, the beast's recovery rate almost stopped.
It looked up and met the gaze of the mighty and agile silver dragon above it. Looking into those indifferent dragon eyes, it actually cracked its lips as if it were laughing, and a look of relief appeared in its fierce tiger eyes.
"They are not worthy to kill me. You come and do it!"
Unable to utter a complete sentence, this ferocious creature seemed to have only just learned to speak. But this time, it was actually seeking death, its previous ferocity gone, as if it had surrendered.
The silver dragon remained indifferent, opened its mouth, and silver lightning flashed once more.
Crackling sounds!
...
"Wen'er, wake up! It's past dawn, why are you still sleeping? Get up quickly."
An annoying sound reached his ears, and Feng Bingwen groggily opened his eyes, seeing a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar round face.
"……father?"
"Why are you so sleepy, child?"
The young man who woke his child couldn't help but laugh when he saw the child's dazed expression.
"Could it be that he's sleeping too hard and has become mentally impaired!"
"I think I had a dream last night!"
Feng Bingwen propped himself up and sat up. His dizzy head and unprecedentedly tired body made him realize that something was wrong. He raised his hand to rub his temples and couldn't help but recall the dream that had given him such a wonderful experience last night.
What did you dream about?
Feng Zichuan asked curiously.
"I dreamt that I transformed into a silver-scaled dragon and fought a giant black tiger!"
Feng Bingwen truthfully recounted the scene from his dream; there was nothing to hide, because...
"Haha, my son is truly amusing. Could it be that you've been reading too many supernatural tales lately?"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen recount his dream, Feng Zichuan burst into laughter, finding it amusing. He didn't think much of it, assuming Feng Bingwen had read too many supernatural tales. Children his age often enjoyed such books, just as he had when he was young.
"Let's just say that!"
Feng Bingwen nodded. He didn't think that the dream he had last night was just a dream. But there was no need to tell his father about it; he himself didn't understand what had happened.
"Alright, get up quickly, or your mother will start nagging you."
"good."
Although exhausted, Feng Bingwen could only force himself to get down. Fortunately, his body recovered very quickly; after a quick breakfast, he was bouncing around like any other child.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and there are many things to do at home. However, Feng Bingwen is still a child, so he helps with some easy chores and then can move around freely.
At noon, as expected, a sumptuous reunion dinner was served. At the dinner table, the family gathered together, and after discussing important matters, they talked about some anecdotes.
"This morning, the second brother went to the county to buy some things that we hadn't prepared yet. He heard a strange story on the street."
Feng Lingjun, sitting in the main seat, took a sip of aged wine, and his words immediately attracted the attention of the whole family.
"What strange news?"
"Everyone on the street is saying that the golden mace in the hands of the Martial Judge in the City God Temple has broken."
"What?"
The whole family's attention was drawn to it, and even Feng Bingwen listened intently, because he was thinking about the unusually vivid dream he had last night.
In his dream, there seemed to be figures of ghosts and spirits, but they appeared to be just background figures.
"I heard it from the second brother, but I don't know if it's true or not."
The old man spoke first, making a statement, and then continued speaking.
"I heard that a great incident happened at the City God Temple last night. Not only did the Golden Mace in the hands of the Martial Judge break, but his armor was also damaged, and several Yaksha statues were also damaged. It was as if all the gods in the City God Temple had gone out to fight."
"Is something serious about to happen?"
Even though the news was unconfirmed, it still made Grandma look worried. The statue being broken didn't seem like a good thing at all.
"Mother, it's just that the weapons and armor are broken. We can just replace them. As long as the statue is okay, it's a good thing! It means that something else in our Qingshan County was suppressed by the City God Temple last night."
Yu Huilian quickly spoke up to calm the elderly people in the family. She herself felt somewhat uneasy, but matters of ghosts and spirits were not something mortals could speak of lightly; they could only try to think of the best-case scenario.
"Yes, Mother, it's a good thing that the gods in the City God Temple suppress evil spirits!"
Let's hope so!
The old man was still uneasy.
"By the way, Wen'er had a funny dream last night!"
Feng Zichuan changed the subject, while Feng Bingwen picked at the meat in his bowl, his mind deep and silent, summoning the celestial book from his consciousness.
Unexpected, yet perfectly logical.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: 3,769
Misdeeds: Zero
Record of good deeds
Transforming into a dragon to eliminate the wicked beast, a meritorious deed, three thousand (3000)
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