Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 59: Autumn Dragon Sect disciples

Suddenly, Red’Ribbon had an idea. He turned to Zou Fang and said in a low, urgent voice, "Go behind me."

Zou Fang furrowed his brows. "What are you saying? That’s Wei Long!"

Before Red’Ribbon could respond, Wei Long stomped on the earth with such force that the ground shook violently.

The tremor sent both Zou Fang and Red’Ribbon stumbling, their vision spinning from the sheer impact.

Dust and debris shot into the air as if the world itself had been disturbed.

Zou Fang barely managed to keep his footing, but before he could recover, he saw something that made his heart stop.

Wei Long smirked. But it was no ordinary smirk—it was twisted, sadistic, filled with a kind of cruel amusement that sent chills down Zou Fang’s spine.

Red’Ribbon’s voice was sharp. "Zou Fang, get back!"

"But—!" Zou Fang protested. "That’s Wei Long! He’s just playing, right?"

Red’Ribbon’s golden eyes gleamed with caution. "This Wei Long isn’t speaking. I don’t know if he’s the one we know or something else that looks like him, but we can’t take any chances. We need to be careful."

That was when Wei Long’s expression darkened, his smirk vanishing, replaced by something sinister.

He loathed the idea of something like him existing.

He was the top predator, the only one of his kind! And the mere suggestion that another being understood or questioned his identity sent his instincts into a frenzy.

Then came the roar.

A devastating, monstrous sound erupted from Wei Long’s maw, shaking the very fabric of the world.

The air quivered, the grasses bent violently under the pressure, and massive trees—centuries old—snapped like twigs.

The sound wave blasted outward, uprooting trees and sending loose boulders tumbling down the landscape.

The earth itself seemed to groan in protest, cracks forming beneath the immense force of the roar.

Zou Fang’s mind finally caught up with reality.

This was not Wei Long.

Not the Wei Long he knew.

Red’Ribbon didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Zou Fang’s arm, his grip tight. "We need to run! Now!"

Zou Fang’s instincts finally kicked in, and he turned on his heel, sprinting alongside Red’Ribbon. But the nightmare wasn’t over.

As they ran, the ground trembled once more, another roar tearing through the heavens.

This time, the sound wasn’t just destructive—it was mocking, almost playful, like a beast toying with its prey.

Wei Long didn’t immediately chase. Instead, he savored their fear, watching them scramble for safety.

Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he started running after them.

But this was no ordinary chase.

Each step of his padded feet should have been silent, but he made sure they were not.

Each footfall was loud, thunderous, like a drumbeat of doom.

He wanted them to hear him coming.

He wanted them to know he was right behind them. He wanted them to feel the inevitability of their fate.

Zou Fang’s heart pounded, his breaths ragged. "Red’Ribbon, what happened to him!?"

Red’Ribbon’s jaw was tight, his expression grim. "I don’t know. But if we don’t run faster, we won’t live long enough to find out!"

Just when the situation seemed utterly hopeless, both of them felt a shift in the air.

A sudden ripple of spiritual energy that sent a shiver down their spines.

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Their eyes snapped to the sky.

Cultivators!

Soon, they slowly floated down.

Not long, the ten Autumn Dragon Sect disciples stood in a loose circle around Zou Fang and Red’Ribbon, their expressions ranging from mild irritation to open hostility.

They had been tracking their missing sect brother, Zhang Xugang, and somehow, their search had led them to this scene—two individuals being chased by a low-level beast.

The situation was strange, but cultivators of their level rarely entertained coincidences.

One of the senior disciples, a man with sharp brows and an even sharper gaze, took a step forward. "You there. State your name and affiliation."

Zou Fang swallowed.

He could feel the weight of their gazes pressing down on him like an invisible force.

Before he could even answer, the ground dragon let out a guttural roar and lunged at the group, its powerful legs propelling it forward with shocking speed.

But the cultivators barely reacted.

With a casual flick of a sleeve, one of them sent out a pulse of energy that sent the beast skidding back several feet.

It didn’t seem harmed, merely pushed away, and it snarled in defiance before circling around again.

The sharp-eyed disciple’s gaze flickered with annoyance, but he ignored the beast and refocused on Zou Fang. "We’re searching for a missing brother. A cultivator of our sect. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?"

Zou Fang’s lips pressed into a thin line. He knew lying would be dangerous, but telling the truth might be even worse.

One of the female disciples, her voice like a blade wrapped in silk, stepped forward. "You hesitate. Why?"

The ground dragon roared again, but another disciple merely waved his hand, and a barrier of spiritual energy knocked it aside like a ragdoll.

The cultivators barely even looked at it as it tumbled across the ground, shaking its massive head before growing slowly.

Another disciple, his arms crossed, spoke with a smirk. "I don’t like when people hesitate. It usually means they have something to hide."

Zou Fang clenched his fists. "I don’t know anything."

The sharp-eyed disciple sighed. "I had hoped this would be easy." He took a step closer, eyes gleaming with power. "But if we have to make you talk, we will."

Suddenly, several of the cultivators turned their attention to Red’Ribbon. Their eyes gleamed with interest. "That beast…" One of them murmured. "That’s not an ordinary spirit beast. What exactly are you?"

Red’Ribbon’s muscles tensed, his aura fluctuating as if ready to defend himself.

However, before the conversation could escalate further, the ground dragon charged again.

This time, when a disciple struck it, it didn’t go down.

It simply stood there, unmoving, a dark aura beginning to leak from its body.

The Autumn Dragon Sect disciples stood in formation, their robes fluttering in the wind as they observed the strange beast lying before them.

A ground dragon?

It was not uncommon to find such creatures in the wild, but this one had something different—an eerie presence, a dark and unfathomable force emanating from its being. And yet, to them, it was still just a beast, and they were cultivators of high standing in the sect.

One of the disciples scoffed. "A mere beast dares to stand before us? How amusing."

Another chuckled. "It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to test our skills. We should use this as a warm-up before searching for a Senior Brother."

Their casual dismissiveness was not without merit.

They had faced countless beasts before, creatures far more fearsome than a simple ground dragon.

With a swift motion, one of the disciples, a young man with a long sword gleaming under the sunlight, swung his blade effortlessly, sending a sharp arc of energy slashing toward the beast.

The attack connected, sending Wei Long flying several meters away. The disciples erupted into laughter.

"Did you see that? It barely took a flick of my wrist!"

"Weak! It’s just a low-level creature!"

"Hah, we were worried over nothing!"

Wei Long crashed against a tree, his body momentarily stunned from the impact. But then, he moved. His claws scraped against the earth as he pushed himself up, his tail whipping in irritation. His golden eyes flickered with something dangerous.

Yet the disciples did not notice.

They were too amused by the easy prey before them.

"Should we just take it with us?" one disciple mused, smirking. "A ground dragon could be useful."

"Tame it? Why bother?"

"It would be fun," another said with a grin. "Imagine parading it around the sect. No one else has a pet like this."

They continued to mock him, throwing occasional attacks to keep him down.

Each strike landed with force, causing the ground to tremble under their overwhelming power.

Wei Long evaded where he could, but he was taking hit after hit. And yet, something was wrong.

Despite the relentless barrage, he wasn’t staying down.

"This thing’s still standing?" one disciple frowned.

"Persistent," another murmured. "But ultimately futile."

One of the stronger disciples, a senior among them, shook his head. "No need to waste time. I will take this ground dragon myself. We can tame it, and then we’ll resume our search."

Wei Long froze.

Tame?

Him?

His nostrils flared, his vision darkened, and suddenly, rage unlike any before surged within him.

His body stiffened, his muscles tensed, and then, with a deep, guttural growl, something snapped inside him.

A roar erupted from his maw, shaking the very air.

The wind howled, the grass flattened, and the trees around them swayed violently. The disciples staggered, momentarily stunned by the sheer force of his outburst.

Then, before they could react, Wei Long moved.

Like a shadow of death, he lunged.

The senior disciple who had been speaking barely had time to register the attack before the world turned dark.

His fellow cultivators watched in horror as Wei Long’s enormous prehistoric jaw snapped shut over the man’s head.

A sickening crunch filled the air.

Silence followed.

The other disciples stared in shock as blood splattered across the ground.

The beast they had mocked, the creature they had thought to be a mere low-level ground dragon, now stood before them, its jaws dripping with the remnants of their fallen comrade.

For the first time, fear crept into their hearts.

But it was too late as his vion turned black!