The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was in a leisurely mood, walking leisurely, as if strolling in the noisy and bustling streets of Qingyun City. The warm sunlight was like a soft golden gauze, pouring down, covering his body, outlining a layer of light halo for him, making him look like he was bathed in holy light. However, this bright and dazzling sunlight did not completely dispel the vague and wispy strange feeling in his heart as expected. That strange feeling, like a stubborn haze, always lingered in his heart, lingering, making him feel a little uneasy.

At the same time, behind him, a staggering figure followed quietly like a ghost. This person was Jing Yihong! His steps were weak and swaying, and his body was swaying. Every step he took seemed extremely difficult, as if he could be overwhelmed and fall to the ground at any time. His forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat. The sweat kept sliding down his hot cheeks like a flood, dripping onto the ground, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The skin on his face was red and hot, as if it was mercilessly burned by a raging flame. He was obviously suffering from the cruel torture of a high fever. Despite this, his eyes revealed a ray of unwavering persistence. He stared at Mengjin in front of him, clenched his teeth, and slowly moved forward step by step with great difficulty.

Jing Yihong's breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed like a struggle, as if his lungs could no longer bear this torture. His lips were cracked and white, and a low wheeze came from his throat, as if it was a painful groan coming from the depths of hell. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his body, outlining his thin and weak body. His footsteps dragged, leaving traces of varying depths on the ground, as if telling of his hardships and perseverance.

Meng Jin did not notice the unusual situation behind him at first, and continued to walk forward leisurely. His eyes casually swept across the shops and pedestrians on both sides of the street, but he was thinking about his own things. He did not realize that a crisis was quietly approaching.

However, when he reached a street corner, an extremely strong and dangerous atmosphere suddenly came over him like a surging tide. His heart trembled violently, and an instinctive alert instantly made him subconsciously turn his head quickly. A cold light pierced towards him like lightning! Meng Jin was shocked, his face was instantly filled with panic, his pupils shrank sharply, and his heart seemed to stop beating in an instant. He hurriedly dodged to the side, his steps staggering, and he took several steps back in a row before he could barely stabilize his body.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Meng Jin's mind was blank. He only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spreading throughout his body. He raised his head and saw Jing Yihong holding a sword in his hand. At this moment, Jing Yihong's whole body was emitting a mysterious energy fluctuation that seemed to form a faint, hazy halo around his body, making him look a bit weird and mysterious.

Meng Jin frowned, his eyes full of doubt and puzzlement. There was a hint of confusion in his voice as he said, "My dear, why... why did you attack me? I really can't figure it out. Could it be that I have offended you unintentionally?" His voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered from the shock just now.

Jing Yihong's eyes were filled with indifference and ruthlessness. His hands were tightly gripping the sword like an iron clamp, with such force that it seemed as if he was going to crush the hilt. His eyes revealed a strong murderous intent that was almost crazy, and that murderous intent made people shudder, as if they were falling into an ice cave. He gritted his teeth and said, "You dirty guy actually broke into my territory without permission! You are still there pretending to know the answer and asking questions?! You came to my territory just to cause trouble for me!" His voice was hoarse and low, full of anger and resentment.

After that, he rushed towards Meng Jin like a mad dog, waving the sword in his hand with a whirring sound, as if he wanted to cut Meng Jin into pieces and put him to death. Although his movements seemed a little slow due to his weak body, his crazy momentum was not to be underestimated.

Seeing this, Meng Jin felt his scalp tingling, and thought to himself that it was not good. However, he did not panic because of this. Years of experience allowed him to calm down quickly and react in time. He suddenly raised his leg and used all his strength to kick Jing Yihong who was rushing towards him. This kick contained an incomparable force, as if it could split mountains and rocks. Jing Yihong was unable to resist at all and was directly knocked out by this powerful force.

Jing Yihong's body was like a weightless ball, drawing a beautiful but miserable arc in the air. At that moment, his eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness. He never thought that he would be defeated so easily by the opponent. Then there was a loud "boom" and he was heavily embedded in the wall behind him, which immediately raised a cloud of dust, covering the area tightly.

Amid the dust, Jing Yihong tried to free himself from the wall, but his body seemed to be tightly bound by the earth wall behind him, as if he was stuck in it and couldn't get out. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move at all. His eyes were full of fear and helplessness, and he began to regret his impulsiveness and recklessness, but it was too late.

Meng Jin came to Jing Yihong in a flash like a ghost. His movements were so fast that people couldn't see clearly. He had an extremely sharp dagger in his hand. The blade of the dagger flashed with icy cold light in the sun, as if it could freeze everything. Meng Jin placed the sharp blade firmly on Jing Yihong's neck, his eyes full of disdain and contempt. His voice was as cold as frost, and he said coldly: "I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out that you are just a primary cultivator in this world! With your little ability, how dare you take the initiative to attack me?" His voice was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if he was laughing at Jing Yihong's arrogance.

At this time, Jing Yihong had completely lost the ability to resist. He could only watch Meng Jin with despair and regret in his heart. He knew that he was completely screwed this time and there might be no chance of recovery.

Meng Jin looked at Jing Yihong in front of him without any mercy in his heart. In his opinion, Jing Yihong's behavior was stupid and reckless, and he must pay the price for his behavior. "Tell me, why did you attack me?" Meng Jin asked again, his voice still cold and without any emotion.

Jing Yihong was breathing heavily, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he finally said: "This area is where I protect, I thought you are here to seize the territory." His voice was full of helplessness and fatigue.

After hearing this, Meng Jin couldn't help but sneer: "You want to protect this territory? Do you think you have the ability to do so?" Jing Yihong lowered his head and stopped talking. He knew that his excuses were futile.

Meng Jin looked at Jing Yihong and suddenly felt annoyed. He didn't want to waste any more time here, so he put away his dagger and turned to leave. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Jing Yihong, and said, "Remember, this is a lesson for you. Don't mess with others casually in the future, otherwise you will pay a heavier price."