Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 24: Deep feelings

A gust of wind swept through the battlefield. The air was thick—it was heavy with invisible tension.

The four cultivators suddenly backed and stepped away from each other.

Their eyes gleamed with a mix of suspicion, calculation, and silent bloodlust.

Wei Long grinned.

His golden eyes glowed ominously as he lifted his head slightly, watching them with a mocking gaze. Suddenly, he felt disgusted by their appearance.

"Tsk, tsk," Wei Long clicked his tongue.

"You four look like animals, baring your fangs at each other."

A chuckle rumbled from his throat—low, guttural, almost cruel.

"How ugly. Transform back to your human forms." He tilted his head. "Or I won't accept any of you as my master."

The cultivators stiffened.

They hesitated for a mere second—but the greed in their eyes burned brighter than ever.

A beast of this level. Intelligent. Powerful. Upgradable. Unimaginable potential.

And so—without another word—they complied.

Their bodies trembled as they reversed their Temporal Cultivator Transformation: their muscles shrank, the beastly features receding as dark Qi wrapped around them like a cloak.

Their flesh twisted, bones cracked, and then—in just a few breaths—they returned to their human forms.

Four figures stood facing each other.

Tension coiled like a serpent ready to strike.

Wei Long let out a soft exhale.

And then—he leaned forward.

Watching.

Waiting.

Grinning.

He had no idea how sinister looking he was right now, toying them was fun after they told him that they would tame him.

And immediately, the battle began.

Boom!

The ground shattered as the first attack exploded!

One of the male cultivators—a man with ashen gray hair and sharp, hawk-like eyes—vanished in an instant.

His movement technique left behind an afterimage.

Swoosh!

A gleaming black dagger appeared in his hands.

It hummed with a corruptive energy—poison.

He dashed forward, aiming directly at the leader's neck!

But—Clang!

A black spear swung up from the leader's side. The impact sent the dagger-wielding cultivator skidding backward!

The leader, a man with long dark red hair and sharp crimson eyes, grinned.

"Too slow."

His spear pulsed with demonic Qi, black mist curling from its tip.

But then—swoosh!

A shadow flickered behind him. The female cultivator struck. She wielded a twin-bladed scythe. Her Qi was silent. Deadly. Precise.

Like a viper striking from the dark! Her blade curved towards the leader's throat—Clang!

A third blade was intercepted!

The fourth cultivator.

A burly man, bald-headed with an intricate black tattoo spiraling across his face.

His weapon—a massive, jagged greatsword.

He sneered, pushing the woman away with brute force!

The battlefield erupted into chaos!

Tricks, Lies, and Blood. They fought like wild beasts. Flickering shadows. Roaring flames. Spiritual energy clashing violently.

Weapons met in a deadly waltz, each movement laced with deception, calculation, and killing intent.

The dagger user—flashed between opponents like a ghost, aiming for weak spots with his poisoned blade. But he was forced back again and again by the leader's brutal spear techniques.

The female cultivator—danced between shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to strike.

Her twin-bladed scythe was like a whispering death.

The brute with the greatsword—didn't care for subtlety.

Every swing of his massive weapon tore the earth apart. Each blow shattered trees, sent shockwaves rippling through the air.

The leader—

The strongest of them—remained calm.

His spear spun through the air like a black viper, lashing out with deadly precision.

He dodged, countered, forced his enemies into positions that favored him.

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A born strategist.

A natural warrior.

But then—a twist.

The gray-haired dagger user lunged once more—his poisoned blade aimed for the leader's ribs.

But the leader grinned.

And whispered,

"Too predictable."

SHK!

The spear spun.

A clean, merciless thrust.

Right through the dagger user's heart.

The man stiffened.

Eyes wide.

Mouth opening—no words.

Just—a strangled gurgle.

The leader twisted his spear.

And with a brutal pull—ripped it out.

The body collapsed.

Lifeless.

Blood pooling on the ground.

The first one—was dead.

Wei Long grinned.

"One down."

His voice was mocking, entertained.

The fight continued—but the balance shifted.

Now—only three remained.

The leader.

The greatsword brute.

And the female scythe wielder.

The brute roared, attacking the leader again.

The woman circled around them.

Watching.

Waiting.

And then—at the perfect moment—she struck.

Not the leader. But at the brute.

Her scythe carved through his side.

Deep.

Merciless.

The brute howled in pain.

Eyes filled with rage.

"You traitorous—"

SHK!

Her second blade slashed his throat.

Blood sprayed.

The brute gurgled.

And fell.

Now—only two remained.

Wei Long's eyes gleamed.

The battle was almost over.

The woman smirked.

"I always planned to kill them anyway."

She wiped blood from her scythe.

"They were too slow."

The leader chuckled.

"You are interesting."

His spear spun.

"But you are also weak."

They clashed.

Dark Qi colliding in a final battle of speed and power.

Her agility vs. his overwhelming strength.

Blades flashed.

The wind howled.

The ground trembled.

And then—a final strike.

A swift end.

The woman fell.

The leader stood.

Blood dripped from his spear.

The victor.

The strongest.

Wei Long smirked.

But then—

His gaze flickered.

On the ground, hidden from the leader's sight—the woman's fingers... twitched.

Still alive. Only Wei Long noticed.

The dust had barely settled.

The battlefield was silent except for the faint crackle of demonic Qi lingering in the air. The leader stood tall, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Three bodies lay still—lifeless.

And yet, the taste of victory felt incomplete.

He turned his gaze toward the creature who had orchestrated this madness.

Wei Long.

The golden-eyed dinosaur sat there, his massive body relaxed, tail flicking lazily against the ground.

His sharp teeth were exposed in a grin.

Mocking. Watching. Waiting.

The leader took a step forward.

His spear—still dripping with blood—rested against his shoulder.

With pride swelling in his chest, he confidently spoke,

"Now, beast. I am the victor."

His voice was deep, commanding.

"Kneel. Accept me as your master."

Wei Long's eyes narrowed.

His claws tensed slightly against the dirt.

Pissed.

Oh, he was definitely pissed.

But instead of snarling, instead of lashing out—he smiled. A chilling, eerie smile.

"It's not over yet."

The leader frowned.

"What?"

But before he could react—a presence emerged behind him.

Swift. Silent. Merciless.

A hand clamped onto his arm.

Another wrapped around his throat.

And a voice—familiar, venomous, filled with unrestrained hatred—

"You never had a choice."

The leader's entire body stiffened.

That voice—impossible.

She was supposed to be dead.

The woman's arms locked around him like iron chains.

Her grip tightened, suffocating.

Her breath—hot against his ear, trembling with both fury and despair.

She whispered—

"You're finished."

But she didn't stop there.

No.

She spoke.

And spoke.

Pouring out everything she had been suppressing for years.

"You think you are untouchable, don't you? You always have."

Her nails dug into his skin.

"You walk like the world belongs to you. Like people are mere stepping stones beneath your feet."

She let out a bitter laugh.

"But you forgot something, dear leader."

Her grip tightened further.

"You forgot the ones who made you."

The leader gritted his teeth.

"You think you can hold me down?"

But she only laughed.

"I don't need to hold you down."

Her voice became a whisper.

"I just need to make sure you don't walk away."

And then—she kept going.

And going.

An avalanche of words.

Like some hidden bitterness that had been locked away for too long.

"You talk about victory, but you wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for me."

Her voice shook with unrestrained rage.

"Who was the one who stood by you when you were nothing? Who was the one who cleaned your wounds, who gathered resources, who eliminated your enemies in the dark?"

She let out a breathless laugh.

"Me."

"ME."

The leader clenched his fists.

"You talk too much."

But she only smirked.

"You were never a leader. You were just a coward pretending to be one.

"You were a weakling who needed others to push you forward."

Her grip tightened.

"And I was the biggest fool of them all."

Her voice broke—not with weakness.

But with pain.

A pain that had been buried for too long.

And then—the leader suddenly...

Smirked. Calm. Unshaken smirk.

He let out a chuckle.

"Are you done?"

His muscles flexed.

And with one powerful movement—he shrugged her off.

The woman's eyes widened.

In an instant—he was free.

The leader cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders and let out a sigh.

"Did you really think I didn't know what you were planning?"

His voice was laced with amusement.

He turned his gaze toward her—

Cold. Calculating. Amused.

"You are always so predictable."

He took a step forward.

"Every action of yours—so painfully obvious."

His fingers traced the hilt of his spear.

And then—he explained.

"You thought I wouldn't suspect a final attack? After you faked your death?"

He chuckled.

"You always hide in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

His eyes gleamed.

"But the thing is... I let you."

His voice dropped into a whisper.

"Because I wanted to see how far you would go."

He sighed.

As if disappointed.

"And you disappoint me, as always."

Then, with a smirk, he delivered the final blow.

"This is exactly why I never chose you."

The woman froze.

Her breathing turned ragged.

Her fingers trembled.

And he continued—tearing her apart, piece by piece.

"You were useful. I'll give you that. But you were never the best."

"There was someone else. Always."

His smirk widened.

"Someone who was smarter, stronger... and far more valuable than you... Just like her."

The woman's hands curled into fists.

Her body shook.

She knew.

Oh, she knew.

The girl the leader had deep infatuation.

And yet—

Hearing it from his lips—

Hearing him confirm it—

It felt like a blade to her chest.

The leader sighed, almost amused.

"You're nothing more than a bitter, abandoned pawn."

"And now, you'll die like one."

The woman's rage exploded.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood.

Her Qi surged violently, unstable.

Her eyes burned with pure, unfiltered hatred.

And then she moved.

Fast. Desperate. Reckless.

She lunged.

The leader chuckled.

A low, pitying laugh.

"You idiot."

"Even if you injure me—"

His spear spun.

"It won't be permanent."

But she smiled.

"Good."

Her voice was wild, unhinged.

"At least I'll hurt you."

Her eyes gleamed.

"Even if I die."

And then—she struck.