The Great Dream God

The next second, time flows!

Princess Ziyang was like a brilliant light and shadow, recklessly launching a fierce attack on Zhang Tianlong in front of her. Zhang Tianlong's eyes widened with anger, he raised his head to the sky and let out a deafening roar, and suddenly thrust the sword in his hand forward. A strange scene happened, the sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, as bright as stars, and as turbulent as the tide, densely rolling towards the Princess Ziyang.

Princess Ziyang tried to avoid the overwhelming rain of swords, but the countless sword shadows intertwined into an airtight net, making it impossible for her to distinguish which sword was the real threat. Despair surged in her heart, because she knew clearly that this was another strange dream, Meng Jin! That guy once again performed this dream technique that made people deeply trapped!

The sword in Zhang Tianlong's hand was like a deadly lightning, piercing directly into the chest of Princess Ziyang. Princess Ziyang felt a sharp pain and her body involuntarily stepped back a few steps, finally falling powerlessly on the cold ground. Zhang Tianlong seemed to be indifferent to all this. He didn't even turn his head, but held another sword and rushed towards the panicked Qingyun like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Qingyun's face turned pale instantly. He turned around without hesitation and fled desperately into the distance. Zhang Tianlong swung the sword in his hand like a violent storm, and sharp sword energy burst out from the blade. One of the swords hit Qingyun's back accurately. Qingyun screamed, and his body was hit into the crowd like a kite with a broken string.

Zhang Tianlong's eyes were burning with anger. He jumped into the crowd without hesitation. He saw several familiar faces in the crowd. One of them stepped forward and dissuaded him, "Tianlong, Tianlong! Today is the first day you return. You must not commit such a sin of killing!" His voice was full of anxiety and worry.

Another person followed suit and said, "You have always been known for your benevolence. You are by no means a cruel and inhumane monarch!" His eyes revealed his expectations for Zhang Tianlong, hoping that he could calm down.

However, Zhang Tianlong turned a deaf ear to these advices, and he walked step by step towards Qingyun, who had lost his fighting ability. Qingyun raised his head with difficulty, looked at Zhang Tianlong who was approaching step by step, and begged in fear: "Don't kill me!"

Zhang Tianlong's eyes were as cold as ice. He didn't even blink. He quickly uttered a mysterious spell and roared, "I won't kill you! But I will give back the lives of my eldest son, my youngest son, and my wife! All three of them!" His voice was filled with endless grief and pain.

After saying that, Zhang Tianlong put the spell into his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it raw. Then, a stream of blazing flames spurted out of his mouth, and the flames were like a roaring fire dragon. In the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhang Tianlong directly wrapped Qingyun, who was lying on the ground, in the blazing flames.

In the blazing fire, Qingyun twisted his body in agony, as if he was enveloped by endless darkness and pain. The raging flames were like the claws of a demon, tearing his skin mercilessly and devouring every inch of his life force. His body wailed miserably under the ravages of the flames, and the sound was like a desperate cry from the depths of hell, echoing in the empty sky and earth, making people shudder.

Qingyun's face was twisted in extreme pain, his eyes were filled with fear and despair. The flames were like greedy beasts, gnawing at his flesh and blood mercilessly, leaving him in a desperate situation from which he could not escape. He struggled desperately, trying to break free of this terrible bondage, but every effort was in vain, the flames became more and more fierce, trapping him tightly inside.

Zhang Tianlong stood quietly by the side, his figure was like a cold mountain, exuding a chilling breath. His eyes were as cold as frost, and he stared at Qingyun who was struggling in the flames without emotion. In his eyes, there was no trace of pity, only endless hatred and determination. His heart was burning with rage, which was a deep hatred for Qingyun, the murderer who killed his wife and children. He wanted Qingyun to pay the most painful price for his crimes, even if he was trapped in an irretrievable place, it would not be able to relieve his hatred.

The people around were stunned by this tragic scene, their eyes were filled with fear and shock. The blazing flames reflected their pale faces, making them feel as if they were in a terrible nightmare. They stood there blankly, their bodies trembling involuntarily, their hearts filled with an unspeakable fear. The blue clouds in the flames, the cold Zhang Tianlong, and the despair in the air made their souls tremble.

The flames grew stronger, roaring like a raging beast. Qingyun's screams gradually became weaker, as if his life force was being drained away bit by bit by the ruthless flames. His voice changed from heart-wrenching to a faint groan, and finally, in the endless pain, his voice completely disappeared, leaving only the crackling sound of the blazing flames.

Qingyun's body gradually became charred in the flames, like a piece of burnt charcoal. His life came to an end in this terrible flame, leaving only a dying body. The once vibrant body has now turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind.

Zhang Tianlong slowly retracted the flame, his eyes still as cold as iron. Under his control, the flame disappeared into the air like an obedient servant. He looked up at the sky, his deep eyes filled with endless pain and hatred. The blue sky was like a barren desert in his eyes, without a trace of life and hope.

In his heart, the pain surged like a tidal wave. The loved ones he lost were the most precious existence in his life, but now, they have left him forever. The laughter and warm embraces they once had have now become distant memories, leaving him alone in this lonely world, suffering the torment of pain.

Zhang Tianlong's face looked particularly resolute under the sunlight. The wrinkles seemed like scars carved by the years, recording the pain and vicissitudes in his heart. His eyes revealed an unspeakable sadness, a pain that went deep into his bones, a scar that could never be healed.

He knew that no matter how he avenged Qingyun, he could not bring back his lost loved ones. Their departure was an eternal pain in his heart, a tragedy that he would never be able to let go of in his life. That scar would be forever engraved in his heart, accompanying him through every long night, making him struggle in endless pain.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. But in Zhang Tianlong's heart, the flame of hatred was still burning. He stood there quietly, his figure lengthened by the sunlight, looking particularly lonely and desolate.