Not Lifting a Finger and Still Expecting Dragon Meat? Dream On!

"Boom!"

The lake exploded, and the Shenlong burst out of the water once more.

The Shenlong, which had looked so mighty and invincible moments ago, was now covered in wounds. One of its forelegs had been severed, a hole had been punched through its tail, and its scales were riddled with damage. Panic filled its deep-set dragon eyes.

When it spotted Hao Shuai in the air, the panic in its eyes turned to madness. It braved two Ion Cannon blasts and lunged straight at him.

"Hmph. You want to take me down with you? You'd need the strength for that!" Hao Shuai saw the Shenlong's desperate resolve and sneered inwardly. He extended his right thumb, index finger, and little finger like a trident. With a thunderous pop, three fierce streams of finger energy—red, green, and blue—shot from his fingertips, merging in a flash of light before streaking toward a reversed scale on the Shenlong's neck.

"Raaagh!"

The Shenlong let out a bloodcurdling cry. Hao Shuai's Three Points Divine Finger's killing move, "One Strike to Return to Origin," had pierced straight through its reversed scale. Scalding crimson dragon blood gushed from the wound.

Just then, another energy beam slammed into the same spot from above, widening the hole, which had been no bigger than a fist.

"Raaagh!"

The Shenlong gave a mournful cry as its massive body plummeted to the lakeshore!

It had been so arrogant when it first appeared, chasing Song Que and the others all over the place. In no time at all, it had been beaten into a heap, gravely wounded and on the brink of death.

But Hao Shuai wasn't about to let up. The Shenlong's recovery was astonishingly powerful. Even with its reversed scale badly damaged, if he left it alone, it might fully recover before