What about the late stage Golden Immortal, fight!

The mocking tone that reappeared immediately enraged the Ink Flood Dragon.

A mere Mystic Immortal dared to look down on him!

He was simply tired of living!

However, his True Dragon power was not abundant right now, and he had to use it sparingly. The Ink Flood Dragon was not blinded by rage; suppressing the anger in his heart, he charged at the golden barrier again.

A mere Mystic Immortal could be killed later, and he wouldn't have any pressure even without True Dragon power.

Breaking through the barrier now was the most crucial thing!

Lin Changqing frowned slightly as he watched the Ink Flood Dragon remain unmoved.

This guy's brain was a bit bigger than the Golden Condor's; he wasn't falling for it.

Although Lin Changqing really wanted to spar with a late-stage Golden Immortal, now was not the time.

His previous words were only meant to borrow the power of the golden mist behind him, to advance and retreat with confidence, and to wear down the Ink Flood Dragon's strength.

But if the Ink Flood Dragon didn't take the bait, then he would have to act himself.

His wings flapped behind him, and a rapid, dark glow appeared on Lin Changqing.

At this moment, the sharp energy emanating from the Ink Flood Dragon's horns had already arrived, instantly tearing Lin Changqing's figure to shreds!

A trace of blood slowly dissipated. The Ink Flood Dragon's lips were already curled into a smile.

"Hahaha! A mere ant dares to be so presumptuous!"

"You should feel honored to die by my hand!"

The Ink Flood Dragon laughed heartily, but his eyes scanned the blood-red mist, searching for the trace of the blood-red spear.

After all, that was a genuine treasure!

However, only a wisp of blood-red light dissipated. Not to mention the spear, there weren't even any scraps of flesh or bone, not even blood mist.

The Ink Flood Dragon was slightly stunned. When did I become so powerful?

Killing someone so thoroughly that not even blood mist was left, and even crushing the treasure!

"Little black snake, what are you looking at!"

"Are you looking for this?"

Unexpectedly, another voice echoed through the space. Lin Changqing had appeared beside the Ink Flood Dragon at some unknown time. His spear stirred, changing the winds and clouds. Boundless killing intent instantly filled the surroundings, and blood-red clouds surged, piercing through the True Dragon's golden light!

A figure answered the Ink Flood Dragon's question.

The treasure was intact, and the person wasn't dead; the Ink Flood Dragon simply hadn't hit him!

The Divine Demon Wings behind Lin Changqing fluttered, tearing through space with incredible speed, leaving only an afterimage.

The Ink Flood Dragon's mind had been entirely focused on the barrier before him; how could he have noticed that Lin Changqing was just an afterimage?

It was precisely because of this that Lin Changqing was able to reach the Ink Flood Dragon's side silently and thrust his spear like a dragon, straight towards the heavens!

In an instant, the golden True Dragon energy was shattered. The golden barrier immediately erupted with divine light, repelling the Ink Flood Dragon a thousand miles away.

"Damn it!!!"

How could the Ink Flood Dragon not understand now that he had been tricked by this Mystic Immortal ant before him!

Even though he didn't know why he had killed a fake, it didn't stop the Ink Flood Dragon from wanting another chance.

This ant dared to disrupt his plans!

They, all of them, were so presumptuous!

Ao Ying, an early-stage Golden Immortal, dared to compete with him for opportunities, and now there was a Mystic Immortal ant who dared to attack him!

The Ink Flood Dragon's rage had already reached its peak. He wished he could tear Lin Changqing to shreds immediately.

But he couldn't!

His two attacks just now had consumed thirty percent of his True Dragon power. If he squandered the rest carelessly, he wouldn't be able to open the barrier of the Dragon Transformation Pool!

Even more anxiously, the Azure Dragon's aura in the Dragon Transformation Pool was surging, its body reaching eleven hundred zhang, just one step away from mid-stage Golden Immortal!

Its True Dragon bloodline was even more solidified, but in return, the golden light in the Dragon Transformation Pool had dimmed.

This Dragon Clan actually dared to do this!!

The Ink Flood Dragon had no time to pay attention to Lin Changqing. His claws flashed with dark light, and streaks of divine light shot out, tearing towards Lin Changqing.

On his dragon horns, True Dragon energy once again flickered with golden light, desperately tearing at the barrier.

If he didn't seize this opportunity to open the barrier, all his opportunities would be lost!!

The Ink Flood Dragon roared, but Lin Changqing frowned.

This guy was completely unresponsive. If the Ink Flood Dragon had been provoked and entangled with him.

With the Divine Demon Wings behind him, Lin Changqing could have stalled until the Ink Flood Dragon doubted his own existence.

But now, the Ink Flood Dragon completely ignored him, his eyes only on the barrier, and that was the real trouble.

Lin Changqing looked at the Ink Flood Dragon, but his hands didn't stop.

The figure that flashed by was still just an afterimage being torn apart. The next moment, the blood-red spear instantly arrived in front of the Ink Flood Dragon, flicking its dragon horn directly upward, grazing the barrier.

"Little black snake, did you ask for my permission before taking a bath?"

"My friend is taking a bath. You're a male snake, and she's a female dragon. There's a difference between males and females. Don't you even understand basic decency?"

"It's not scary to be uncultured, but you should at least have some manners. Otherwise, how can you live up to your life as a snake?"

"If this gets out, how will you be able to show your face among snakes? You'll be the subject of gossip!"

The trash-talking skill was free anyway. After flicking away the dragon horn, the enraged Ink Flood Dragon swung its claws, but Lin Changqing blocked them with his spear held across his chest. Lin Changqing continued to talk non-stop, his eyes filled with blatant mockery.

However, to block this attack, to withstand a claw strike from a late-stage Golden Immortal head-on, Lin Changqing's blood churned within him, and he felt slightly unwell.

As expected of a late-stage Golden Immortal. It seems my limit for fighting beyond my level is just this!

Despite being repelled, Lin Changqing's eyes surged with endless fighting intent.

The blood-red spear in his hand grew even redder.

The wings on his back fluttered slightly, and he charged at the Ink Flood Dragon once more.

"Roar!!"

"Human ant, I will kill you!!"

At this moment, the Ink Flood Dragon was completely enraged, with only fifty percent of its True Dragon aura remaining.

He knew clearly that if he didn't deal with Lin Changqing first, he would be constantly interfered with, giving him no chance to break through the barrier. His True Dragon power might even be depleted.

Human ant, you are courting death!!

Hatred surged within the Ink Flood Dragon, transforming into action. Dark green light condensed around its body, its poisonous fangs opened, and its unique flood dragon horn flashed with a cold light as it charged at Lin Changqing.

Without retreating, Lin Changqing's hand also surged with blood-red energy. His spear tore through heaven and earth, its vibrations like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers!

In an instant, the two collided.

On one side was the Ink Flood Dragon, a great demon a thousand five hundred zhang in size, its late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation fully displayed. Its poisonous fangs were sharp, and dark green light surged around it, its poisonous gas reaching the heavens!

Its unique flood dragon horn, with the power to pierce through ten thousand mountains, aimed straight for Lin Changqing!

On the other side, Lin Changqing, who was only a few zhang in size and not even as large as one of the Ink Flood Dragon's teeth, was now enveloped in boundless blood-red energy. His wings flapped behind him, his spear in front, like a bullet piercing straight towards the great demon!

Bang!!

Ten thousand streams of blood-red energy shattered, and the dark green poison dissipated.

The Ink Flood Dragon's head reared back high. One of its poisonous fangs was already covered in cracks, and its forehead horn had also dimmed.

The Ink Flood Dragon's body was sent flying back a thousand zhang, its eyes filled with shock.

"Ant, how dare you!"