"Old bastard, you can go die."
Frost seemed to spill from Lin Xuan's words as he sent a spell seal forward.
Whatever this leech was, he would first let it test the might of his Hundred Dragon Fangs.
A vast amount of heaven-and-earth vital energy had already gathered around them, and now it swarmed into the dazzling twin rings.
Like waters bursting through a dike, it surged and roared. Then spiritual light flashed wildly, baleful energy shot to the heavens, and over a hundred Ice Flood Dragons and Fire Dragons appeared before him—far more numerous than before, and much larger as well.
Lin Xuan had already reached the Dongxuan Realm. How could the power of this move possibly remain stuck in place? Naturally, as the water rose, the boat rose too, and it had increased by a great deal.
Even the subtle changes within it were slightly different from before.
Dragon roars kept pouring into their ears.
The old monster's expression changed drastically. What kind of move was this?
Yet the thing that shocked him was not over.
Lin Xuan's hands shifted ceaselessly, and those flood dragons instantly split from one into seven. Moreover, the pressure each one gave off had not weakened in the slightest. In an instant, even the sky was blotted out.
Sick Demon turned pale with shock and also struck out several spell seals. The Black Water Leech opened its mouthparts, and countless clouds of pink mist appeared in sight.
It was somewhat like the Blood-Transforming Divine Mist the old monster had used earlier, but it did not seem quite the same.
Lin Xuan could not be bothered to care about that much. Even a child understood the principle that when brave men meet on a narrow road, the braver one wins.
Could a mere giant