Lin Changqing looked at the Golden Condor in the sky, his expression growing increasingly solemn.
Yet a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Once your trump card was exposed, it was no longer a trump card.
Besides, the combination of these gales and Geng Metal Qi was still nowhere near his limit.
His blood and qi surged within him. Scales covered Lin Changqing's body, and now, like rising mist, endless crimson radiance poured forth once more, swirling around him.
At that moment, he stood astride the mountains and rivers, spear in hand.
The boundless blood and qi radiated a chilling, soul-shaking killing intent. He was like an Archaic Demon God!
"Worried I wouldn't have enough to eat, so you made yourself bigger."
"Little chick, how thoughtful of you."
Lin Changqing's blood-red eyes turned toward the highest heavens, meeting the furious Golden Condor head-on. Yet his gaze was filled with nothing but mockery.
He was clearly only a Mystic Immortal, yet when facing such a powerful Golden Immortal, he seemed to have the upper hand!
Watching Lin Changqing's back, Ao Ying's astonishment had not faded since the beginning. Now it had grown even more intense.
Was he really human? One of those incomparably frail humans who needed a Saint's protection just to secure a place for themselves in the Primordial World?
No one answered her. Lin Changqing's figure became shrouded in layer upon layer of mystery in Ao Ying's heart.
Only the Golden Condor reacted more strongly than Ao Ying.
He was a Golden Immortal great demon, ruler of a million miles of mountains and rivers, roaming the Primordial World. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
A mere human dared to climb onto his head and take a dump!
Rage surged to his forehead in an instant, consuming his mind and soul.
Of course, he had been angry the whole time.
Now the Golden Condor could no longer stand it. If he didn't kill this man, how could he ever show his face again?
"Human, vermin and fodder—you've successfully enraged me!"
"Today, I'll show you the difference between an insect and a great demon. You think that just because you've grasped a little strange power, a mere Mystic Immortal can stand against me?"
"Impudent!"
As the Golden Condor roared, his talons flashed with light. Geng Metal Qi surged from his beak, gathering into countless razor-sharp blades that pierced the sky and shot straight toward Lin Changqing.
Lin Changqing could only forget the pain once his wounds had healed.
He swung the spear in his hand. Its radiance shot into the heavens, as if challenging the sky itself!
Blood-red light coiled around him. Within Lin Changqing, the three thousand six hundred Divine Demons opened their eyes in unison, and boundless blood and qi surged forth.
In an instant, the blood and qi swirling around Lin Changqing swelled rapidly, circling and weaving together until they manifested as the phantom image of a blood-red Divine Demon!
"Spear of Divine Demons!"
"Die!"
Countless cries of shock rang out, condensing into a single word.
Lin Changqing suddenly moved. Just as before, he became a streak of blood-red light and charged straight toward the Golden Condor's golden lightning.
In an instant, gales swept across the land, ten thousand mountains fell silent, Geng Metal Qi raged, and the heavens and earth darkened!
The razor-sharp energy cleaved through everything. Even Ao Ying, standing in the distance and clearly at the Golden Immortal realm, had to summon wind, thunder, rain, and lightning to shield herself.
Ao Ying gazed into the sky, anxiously searching for that streak of blood-red light.
The gales and Geng Metal Qi were tearing through the heavens and earth, shrouding everything in dust. This was the power of a mid-stage Golden Immortal. Even before, he had toyed with her as if she were a child.
Now that he had unleashed his full strength, Ao Ying felt that even without her injuries, she wouldn't have lasted a quarter of an hour.
Could that human fellow really defeat him?
Just then, within the countless gales, a point of blood-red light flickered.
It was like a flash of light passing by, like a star falling from the heavens.
With a blood-red spear in hand, Lin Changqing shot across the heavens and earth, charging straight at the Golden Condor.
Countless gales and streams of Geng Metal Qi surrounded him, constantly tearing at the blood and qi around his body.
But the phantom image of the Divine Demon had already clung to his scales, making them as solid as a spiritual treasure. They gleamed brilliantly, hard and unyielding.
Even after enduring countless blasts of gale energy, they bore only scratches, which healed in an instant.
Yet Lin Changqing still furrowed his brow. This method could indeed protect his entire body, leaving him completely unharmed.
But the cost was too great.
His Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art was still far from fully mastered. The three thousand six hundred images of the Divine Demons were still mere phantoms, and their power was too weak.
And because the images of the Divine Demons were only phantoms, they couldn't circulate completely or restore their power on their own.
Once his strength ran out, he would truly be at the mercy of others.
He had to end this quickly!
With that decision made, the spear in his hand gained an additional measure of killing intent, and now it pierced straight through the clouds.
The Golden Condor had long since lost his reason to Lin Changqing's taunts.
He was a dignified Golden Immortal, with unmatched divine abilities. He wielded the Five Elements abilities of both gale and Geng Metal, though his mastery was weak.
Even so, among mid-stage Golden Immortals, he was an unstoppable force. How could he be defeated today by a lowly human at the Mystic Immortal realm?
He refused to believe it!
An insect was an insect, and prey would always be prey. Today, he would kill this man!
So when he saw the spear charging straight at him, the Golden Condor felt no fear. Light flashed from his beak as well, and the two Five Elements abilities clung to it before surging straight toward the spear.
Layer upon layer of gales and Geng Metal Qi wrapped around him. The great Golden Condor feared nothing.
The Golden Condor, more than a thousand zhang in size, was like a mountain.
Meanwhile, Lin Changqing, who looked like an ordinary human, was only half a zhang tall.
It was a scene like a meteor chasing the moon, like a moth flying into a flame—yet the outcome would be entirely different.
The Golden Condor swooped down, its enormous beak bristling with razor-sharp Geng Metal Qi as it lunged to bite Lin Changqing!
If that bite landed squarely, then even with his whole body covered in blood-red scales and the phantom image of the Divine Demon shielding him from head to toe, Lin Changqing would be cut in half and swallowed whole!
That was the difference in realms, a gap that was difficult to cross!
But Lin Changqing was faster. The blood-red energy throughout his body converged on his spear. He was already as swift as lightning, and now the spear left his hand, becoming a point of starlight as it shot straight toward the Golden Condor.
A meteor chased the moon; the moon shattered, while the star remained whole! A moth flew into a flame; the lamp went out, and the moth survived!
That was exactly the scene before them.
The blood-red spear pierced straight through the clouds, trailing a rainbow of light.
Behind it, the streams of Geng Metal Qi shattered one after another, turning into countless phantoms.
The Golden Condor refused to back down. As the two forces collided, their momentum erupted, shattering all the surrounding mountains and rivers. The heavens and earth roared as if a galaxy had crashed down, everything reduced to fragments!
Beyond the torrent of blood-red light, the Golden Condor's beak had actually shattered!
The beak, nearly a hundred zhang in size, now had a hole in it, with cracks spreading all around!
The spear went straight for the Golden Condor's head. But as a mid-stage Golden Immortal, he twisted his head at the last moment and dodged the fatal blow.
Even so, a streak of blood cut across the Golden Condor's head, pierced his right eye, and left a wound that reached down to the bone. It stretched all the way through his right wing, blasting a hundred-zhang-wide hole through it!
Edge against edge, needlepoint against wheat awn—but Lin Changqing was the needlepoint, while the Golden Condor was the wheat awn!
The spear spun back and landed in Lin Changqing's hand once more.
The countless gales around them shattered and vanished. The heavens and earth fell utterly silent.
For ten thousand miles around, not a single cloud remained. Only desolation filled the land, while blood and qi enveloped Lin Changqing, forming the phantom image of a Divine Demon.
It was only several zhang tall, yet it stood between heaven and earth, its invincible aura sweeping across countless mountains and rivers!
"Little chick, looks like I won."
"I'll be taking your life!"
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