The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 240: Silver Back Earth Dragon!

They were locked onto Su Xiaobai's stupid naked ass.

"…That's not just an Earth Dragon," he muttered, smile twitching as the beast growled low and wet, drooling like it had just seen fresh protagonist meat. "Earth dragons aren't supposed to… shine."

Earth dragons were supposed to be muddy, dirty, brown-skinned bastards. Not… polished metal abominations with boss music built into their footsteps.

Su Xiaobai didn't even get time to adjust his robe.

"Su Xiaobai? Nalan Yufei? What the hell's going on!?"

From the distance, shouts echoed—Deng Lei, Lan Tian, Shi Yan, Yu Feng, Ku Rong, came sprinting through the swamp brush.

The dragon's eyes widened at the sound—more voices, more figures…

More snacks.

It took a deep breath. Its body tensed.

And then—

"It's a Silverback Earth Dragon!" Lan Tian shouted, pulling out a weirdly ornate cane and slamming it into the ground.

BAM!

A massive formation shot open—blood-red lines crawling across the ground like cursed veins, illuminating the swamp and giving them a full view of the beast.

And yeah.

They all froze.

Because the good news?

It was only Spirit Severing realm.

The bad news?

Silverback.

Which meant:

Its skin couldn't be pierced by anything below Deity Transformation realm.

Its temper was shit.

And it probably ate cultivators for fun.

"Why are you just staring?"

A voice thundered forward like a falling mountain.

Ku Rong.

Massive.

Silent until needed.

And now stepping forward with zero hesitation.

His body radiated raw, unfiltered battle intent, and in his hand, he held a cleaver nearly as wide as a man's chest—glimmering with condensed killing will.

"The soft part's beneath its neck," he growled. "So I'll start there."

"Ku Rong, wait—!" Deng Lei began.

Too late.

The man was already in the air.

Blade raised, posture firm, the image of a man who believed nothing in this world could break him.

For a brief moment, the others stared.

Impressed.

Even the dragon blinked.

"Humph."

Then, the beast let out a contemptuous snort. And then—whip! Its massive tail blurred.

SHIIIIING!

Ku Rong's cleaver struck the beast's tail.

And the sound that echoed wasn't of flesh being cut.

It was like metal meeting metal—violently.

The blade vibrated, its entire body shuddering from the impact, energy rippling across Ku Rong's arms.

"…Tough Bastard."

His eyes narrowed—not with fear.

Just calculation.

He'd hit wrong.

And before he could reset—

BOOM!

The tail lashed back with a force that split wind.

And Ku Rong?

He was launched skyward—a red streak across the night sky, cleaver spinning after him like a loyal pet following its master's flight.

The others stared.

Mouths open.

"…Did he just try to cleave a dragon head-on?" Shi Yan muttered, still frozen.

Above them, Ku Rong roared—not in pain.

But in annoyance.

He wasn't hurt. Just mad the dragon didn't explode from his first hit.

"Positions!" Deng Lei barked, stepping forward and assuming command like the team wasn't already half-panicking. "Don't let it kill you!"

With a grunt, he unsheathed a massive golden hammer—shining, heavy, and totally impractical for swamp terrain.

And then he charged anyway.

Just behind him, Shi Yan drew his broad sword, the kind meant to compensate for morality issues, and struck from the opposite side.

The dragon's head swung left.

Tail whipped right.

It aimed to smack Shi Yan out of the fight—but the moment its tail struck the blade, the sword exhaled a burst of pure Light Qi.

BOOM.

The dragon shrieked, staggering—its tail recoiling like it had just touched divine flame.

And then—

Yu Feng leapt in.

In both hands, she held two pitch-black lotuses, filled with Yin Qi.

She tossed them skyward.

"Dark Lotus Chain!"

The lotuses shattered midair into a cyclone of razor-sharp petals, spinning, coiling, slicing toward the dragon's neck like sentient shuriken.

Su Xiaobai, still standing half-robed, half-bothered, gave Nalan Yufei a blank look.

"…You triggered this," he muttered.

Then he sighed, rolled his shoulders, and finally joined.

BAM!

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A loud crash.

Yu Feng didn't make it far—the dragon's claw slammed her into the swamp, the petals scattering like fallen dreams.

But before the beast could enjoy the moment—

FOOOO—SHHHH!

A glowing green arrow zipped through the air—formed of condensed Wind Qi, shrieking with speed.

It struck the dragon's cheek.

Not enough to injure, but definitely enough to annoy.

The dragon froze.

Turned.

And there stood Nalan Yufei at a distance, bow in hand, face pale—but smiling. Sort of. More like a nervous breakdown disguised as heroism.

She had no idea how she hit.

But she hit.

And now she was definitely the target.

"DIEEEEEEEE!"

A voice howled from the sky.

Everyone looked up.

Ku Rong.

He'd come back.

Like vengeance wrapped in muscle and rage, he slammed down with both feet, using no weapon—just his fists, glowing with condensed red demonic bloodlust.

"Don't miss… don't miss…" Deng Lei whispered.

Puchi!

The sound was grotesquely satisfying.

Ku Rong's glowing fist plunged straight into the dragon's eye, like a stake into a demonic fruit.

The beast let out a screech so loud it made the ground quake.

And then—it snapped.

Wings flared, aura exploded to peak spirit severing realm.

It went berserk.

Mud erupted.

The dragon thrashed, blinded, bleeding, and howling into the night like a demon lord having a tantrum.

And Su Xiaobai?

Stared at the scene.

"…Yup. Now it's real."

The swamp finally erupted into madness.

The Silverback Earth Dragon's blind eye oozed black blood, its shrieks shaking the air like spirit-shattering thunder.

It wasn't fighting anymore.

It was rampaging.

With its vision impaired and pride wounded, the beast unleashed a latent ability buried in its bloodline:

[Wailing Abyss Roar].

A pulse of distorted Qi exploded from its mouth—not a breath attack, but a vibration of death, like the echo of a dying god. The air warped. Ground snapped. Spiritual formations cracked like eggs under pressure.

Yu Feng was flung across the marsh like a broken doll, coughing blood before she even hit the muddy water.

Deng Lei slammed his hammer into the ground to steady himself—only to have the beast slam its claw down on him from above, pinning him into the mud like a bug under a boot.

"GHHHHHH—!"

His scream echoed, like a wailing cry.

The dragon's fangs plunged down—CHOMP.

It tore off his left arm.

Blood geysered into the sky as the beast chewed, silver eyes glowing with feral delight.

"DENG LEI!" Shi Yan roared, charging in a desperate arc.

Too late.

Too angry.

Too direct.

His broad sword slashed across the dragon's cheek—again. It hissed.

But the beast was already mid-spin.

Its tail whipped around like a hammer of force.

Shi Yan blocked with his sword—only for the tail to bend around it and crash into his body.

There was a crunch.

His shoulder exploded.

Bone pierced through his robes, blood spraying across the ground like a cursed rain. He flew backward, crashing into a crumbled formation stone.

"Shi Yan—!"

Lan Tian called out, fists glowing, but even he was bleeding now. Cuts littered his arms and chest, steam rising from his wounds, strangely enough, he was oozing dark, goo-like blood instead of red.

The dragon had activated another latent technique.

[Swamp Tyrant's Sheen].

Its scales began to ripple, absorbing elemental Qi from the environment, coating it in a wet, armor that seemed to nullify even light-based attacks.

Every hit now rebounded with backlash.

Even Su Xiaobai, trying to slash with guren , was sent skidding ten meters from the rebound force alone.

Yu Feng struggled to rise, legs broken, face pale.

Ku Rong was panting, one eye half-closed from a blow he didn't have time to dodge.

Deng Lei was unconscious, tied at the waist with one arm missing—barely alive.

Shi Yan was sobbing quietly behind, cradling what was left of his shoulder.

Nalan Yufei had long since run behind Su Xiaobai, clutching her bow with trembling fingers, her entire body screaming "I shouldn't have left the forest."

And the dragon?

It stood tall.

One eye ruined, mouth dripping blood and essence.

But stronger than ever.

Its body filled with swamp energy.

It wasn't hunting anymore.

It was punishing.