How dare you!!
The Golden Condor saw that Lin Changqing paid him no mind at all, and instantly flew into a thunderous rage.
A mere human ant, and only a Mystic Immortal at that—pathetically weak.
In his eyes, Lin Changqing was someone he could crush with a casual squeeze. To be eaten by him as blood food would even be an honor for this human ant.
And this human actually dared to say he would eat him!
Utterly brazen.
"Human ant! You're on the brink of death, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense. You don't know when to quit!"
"I've decided. For your disrespect, I'll swallow your flesh in one gulp, then rip out your soul and roast it over netherflames for a thousand years, torturing you for a thousand years!!!"
The Golden Condor glared at Lin Changqing and roared. With a piercing cry, its claws flashed like shadows, tearing through heaven and earth as it lunged to kill him.
But to the Golden Condor, the surging blood qi around Lin Changqing was no different from the lightning and rain clouds swirling around the Azure Dragon—fragile as paper, ready to shatter at a breath.
The Golden Condor beat its wings, sending countless gales tearing through heaven and earth. They shredded the surrounding mountains and rivers before rushing toward Lin Changqing.
The Azure Dragon's body lay in the mountains. The edge of the attack merely grazed it, yet several new bloody gashes appeared across its body.
Lin Changqing, the target, was engulfed by countless gales. His surging blood qi rippled.
But even under a barrage ten thousand times heavier than the few scattered gusts that had struck the Azure Dragon, it merely swayed faintly, then stood completely still.
"How is that possible?!"
The Golden Condor's eyes widened as it stared at Lin Changqing.
The endless blood qi surrounding him had indeed not changed in the slightest. If anything, it had grown denser and more tightly packed.
It coiled around Lin Changqing like blood-red armor, or layer upon layer of gleaming crimson scales.
And there stood Lin Changqing amid an endless sea of blood, utterly unshaken, like a general who could hold off ten thousand foes. He glared up at the sky and raised his sword to strike down the Heavenly Demon!
"A mere little chick dares to act so arrogantly before me!"
"Hmph. You're asking for death!"
As the saying went, one should return a visit in kind. Lin Changqing stepped upon the mountains and rivers. The peak beneath his feet instantly burst apart, countless rocks crumbling to dust and falling into the ravine, though most were blocked by the thousand-zhang Azure Dragon.
Lin Changqing borrowed that force to leap into the air, brilliant as a streak of light. In the blink of an eye, he was before the Golden Condor.
The Golden Condor was a full five hundred zhang long—nearly two thousand meters.
Beside such a colossal creature, Lin Changqing, with his ordinary human frame, looked no bigger than a tiny black speck.
Yet this tiny speck stood before the Golden Condor with an imposing aura, fearless in the least.
"Ant, you dare?!"
The Golden Condor roared. Countless gales rose again, and within a thousand li, the air became a storm of blades, tearing apart the mountains, rivers, and sky!
The land, already in ruins, was stripped like a layer of skin, its surface lowered by more than ten zhang.
A mere human—a morsel of blood food, an ant—dared to attack him!
The Golden Condor was already consumed by rage. It felt that it had been challenged, even insulted by a mere human.
A being as insignificant as an ant dared to challenge its dignity.
It had already made up its mind: it would torment Lin Changqing's soul for ten thousand years, then pull out his true spirit, rip it apart, grind it to dust, and scatter it to the winds. Otherwise, its hatred would never be assuaged!
Such was the status of humanity in the Primordial World. Even to resist was a crime.
But Lin Changqing refused to accept that!
Amid the countless gales, he stood firm. Amid the shattered mountains and rivers, he smiled, fearless and defiant!
The gales carved crack after crack into the blood-red armor around him, but each one was quickly repaired, restoring it to its original state.
A mid-Golden Immortal demon was indeed rather powerful for Lin Changqing.
The Golden Condor was a demon, and its bloodline was likely no ordinary one. It was far stronger than the likes of Juliusun—not by a little, but by a great deal.
But Lin Changqing had plenty of trump cards. With them in hand, he had nothing to fear.
The gales left Lin Changqing completely unharmed. The Golden Condor grew even more furious and swept its wings down upon him.
A faint light shimmered on its gleaming golden talons as they tore toward Lin Changqing.
Lin Changqing's blood qi surged once more, and a long spear slowly took shape.
He had no desire to trade three hundred blows with the giant bird before him.
The Primordial World was teeming with demons. Lin Changqing had no idea how long the Azure Dragon and Golden Condor had been fighting, whether the Golden Condor had called for reinforcements, or whether other demons were already closing in.
Now that he had struck, he would go all out and kill it with a single blow!
"Spear of Divine Demons!!"
At first, Lin Changqing had still been holding back his power.
After all, his cultivation level was what it was, and the Golden Condor was incredibly fast. If he let it sense the danger and flee, it would be a huge problem, leaving endless trouble in its wake.
The spear in his hands continued to take shape. Gray-white light shimmered across it, and blood-red divine runes etched themselves into its surface, condensing into countless strands of Killing Dao energy.
Now, Lin Changqing could no longer suppress the killing intent surging through him. His blood qi was drawn out, and half the power in the three thousand six hundred apertures within his body was instantly drained away.
He let out a shout, and his voice shook the Nine Heavens.
An immense aura of slaughter shot straight into the Nine Heavens, scattering the clouds for ten million li.
Blood-red clouds streamed in like windblown trails, converging as they devoured the countless gales and surged toward the spear.
An incomparably powerful aura of slaughter soared into the heavens. A pillar of blood shot skyward, visible for a million li!
"Who is that?!"
"A great power is fighting here! Damn it, run!"
"Killing intent surging into the heavens, scattering the clouds for ten thousand li—what kind of powerful Devil Dao expert is this?!"
"Run! The fighters are at least Golden Immortals, maybe even Grand Unity Golden Immortals. If we're too late, we won't get away!"
Countless living beings dwelled across the mountains and rivers within a million li.
There were many immortals among them, including quite a few True Immortals and Mystic Immortals.
This was no blessed grotto-heaven like Kunlun, where the Three Sects resided. In ordinary regions of the Primordial World, True Immortals could rule over a territory, while Mystic Immortals could claim the title of patriarch. As for Golden Immortals, they were already peerless experts in the eyes of countless beings across the Primordial World!
The clash between Lin Changqing and the Golden Condor had already thrown the living beings within several million li into a state of panic.
But the one most shocked at that moment was the Golden Condor.
As the pillar of blood shot into the clouds, boundless killing intent and terror surged straight to its head.
"Damn it!!!"
The Golden Condor roared. The fear only made it angrier. Killing intent kept rising in its eyes, and it wanted nothing more than to tear the human ant before it to pieces at once.
A mere human, a scrap of blood food, had actually made it afraid. How could that be possible?!
It had to be an illusion. Impossible! It would kill this human today, no matter what!
Golden light grew even more intense across the Golden Condor's talons. Gales gathered and condensed into streaks of light that clung to the claws, almost solid.
"You mere human blood food! Today I'll show you the strength of a Golden Immortal!"
The Golden Condor wasn't the only one in shock.
The Azure Dragon, which had been lying on the mountain, had somehow transformed into human form.
Her green silk robes fluttered, embroidered with clouds.
Her breathtaking face was pale, and the weariness of her severe injuries was hard to conceal.
Yet her delicate face was filled with boundless astonishment.
"This fellow Daoist's strength is truly heaven-defying!!"
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