Ink Flood Dragon was injured, and fury blazed in his eyes, surging out of control.
Boundless killing intent crashed toward Lin Changqing like a raging tide.
One of his fangs had nearly shattered, and his dragon horns had gone dull.
It had been tens of thousands of years since he'd suffered such a heavy injury!
And the one who'd hurt him was an ant of a Mystic Immortal, a human ant he could have crushed with one hand.
At that moment, boundless fury brewed in Ink Flood Dragon's eyes. He wished he could swallow Lin Changqing whole that instant!
Ink Flood Dragon had been badly hurt, but Lin Changqing was hardly in good shape either.
His blood-red scales had burst apart. Countless wounds covered his body, as if swept by a storm of blades, and blood still poured from them.
The spear hadn't vanished, but its light had dimmed. At least a third of its energy had been spent in that last clash!
The wings on his back were in even worse shape, riddled with holes like tattered cloth!
Lin Changqing himself coughed up blood, his spirit depleted, but his gaze remained unwavering.
"Hahaha! So a late-stage Golden Immortal is nothing special!"
Lin Changqing sneered.
His blood-red armor had shattered, but was now slowly mending.
The ruined Divine Demon Wings on his back were also gradually restoring themselves.
Within him, the phantoms of divine demons in all three thousand six hundred apertures surged wildly. Streams of blood energy flowed toward his wounds, repairing them.
The Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art was a cultivation method focused on tempering the flesh through the apertures throughout one's body.
Even without relying on the phantoms of divine demons within him, Lin Changqing's physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Mystic Immortal.
His recovery was no slouch, either.
This clash was the first time Ink Flood Dragon had been injured—but it was also the first time Lin Changqing had been injured.
Ever since becoming Tongtian's disciple, Lin Changqing had never fought anyone in the Primordial World except his fellow disciples during sparring.
His earlier encounter on Kunlun Mountain had only been an act. When he'd first faced the mid-stage Golden Immortal Golden Condor, he'd merely been put in a somewhat sorry state.
His blood-red armor had protected him; at most, he'd expended a great deal of energy.
As for Green Vine, Lin Changqing had struck with the advantage of surprise and killed him with ease!
Only now, with Ink Flood Dragon making his move, had Lin Changqing suffered serious injuries. After all, Ink Flood Dragon had swallowed a Dragon Pearl, and his own dragon bloodline made him stronger than an ordinary late-stage Golden Immortal.
But it still wasn't enough!
Lin Changqing's blood-red eyes fixed on Ink Flood Dragon, alight with boundless fighting spirit.
A late-stage Golden Immortal?
He might be the only one to fight a late-stage Golden Immortal as a Mystic Immortal.
The clash just now had shown a vast gap in strength between him and Ink Flood Dragon, but that didn't mean he had no chance of winning!
At worst, the odds were three to seven.
After all, he still had his trump card: a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. And the speed of the Divine Demon Wings on his back was something Ink Flood Dragon couldn't match.
The killing power of the Spear of Divine Demons could also wound Ink Flood Dragon!
Today, I'll fight a Golden Immortal as a Mystic Immortal!
With nearly an entire major realm between them, Lin Changqing's heart swelled with pride. He twirled his spear, piercing the air with a sharp whistle.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His blood-red armor had recovered, and his internal injuries were already mostly healed.
Only his Divine Demon Power remained, down to forty percent.
But that was enough!
"Little black snake, your teeth aren't hard enough to bite through me!"
Lin Changqing looked at Ink Flood Dragon and sneered.
Ink Flood Dragon grew even more furious.
His True Dragon Power had been depleted again, leaving him with only forty percent.
Yet he still hadn't managed to break through the Dragon Transformation Pool.
Watching the Azure Dragon thief inside continuously steal the opportunities that should have been his, Ink Flood Dragon felt his rage rising.
"Damn you! Damn you!"
"Human, once I get out, I'll find your tribes and devour hundreds of millions of your kind. I'll wipe out your entire family!"
"Nothing else will sate my hatred!"
Ink Flood Dragon's fury raged, but he didn't attack.
He really couldn't afford to expend any more True Dragon Power!
Though he was burning with fury, all he could do was keep threatening Lin Changqing.
Hearing those words, Lin Changqing's brows had already furrowed.
Another one threatening the human race. Did these people never learn their lesson?
He'd only planned to stop Ink Flood Dragon, but now it seemed the guy wasn't leaving today!
As for wiping out his entire family, Lin Changqing had come from another world and had no parents. He was single, too, so he had nothing to worry about.
Even if he did have a family, the only one that counted was his sect.
But when it came to his sect, Lin Changqing wasn't looking down on Ink Flood Dragon—he simply knew the truth. Even if Ink Flood Dragon called in those two Golden Crows from the Demon Clan and assembled an army, they wouldn't dare attack.
Come on. "All beneath the Saints are ants" wasn't just a saying.
Although Di Jun and Tai Yi often grumbled that they were the rightful rulers of the world, they wouldn't dare attack a Saint's great sect, even if they had eight times the nerve.
Lin Changqing glanced at Ink Flood Dragon with contempt, the corner of his mouth lifting in a sneer.
"Little black snake, anyone can make grand threats. But you can't even kill me, and you're talking about wiping out my family?"
"Of everyone in my sect, including my fellow disciples, I'm the most useless!"
Lin Changqing continued taunting him.
He was only counting the direct disciples. To be fair, in terms of cultivation, he really was the weakest.
But when it came to strength, judging by what he'd shown so far, only Duobao and Zhao Gongming—and perhaps Jinling and Yunxiao—could surpass him.
He was simply too monstrous. A Mystic Immortal slaying a Golden Immortal was unheard of since ancient times!
Lin Changqing stared at Ink Flood Dragon with contempt, and the latter grew wary.
How could a Mystic Immortal have this kind of strength, enough to make him feel threatened?
That spear was clearly no ordinary treasure! And the wing technique was definitely extraordinary!
If Lin Changqing didn't have powerful backing, Ink Flood Dragon would never believe it.
"Hmph! What a joke. I serve under the Azure Flood Dragon Demon King, who commands the Eighteen Divisions of the Demon Clan. Why would I fear you?"
Ink Flood Dragon spoke with certainty, but now that he'd come to his senses, he couldn't help sneering.
He feared no dragons. The Dragon Clan was already like a drowning dog, too busy looking after itself to be a threat. The Four Seas Dragon Clan still had some power in reserve, but it seemed anyone could come along and kick them while they were down.
As for the human race, it was a laughingstock. The frail humans of the Primordial World were fit only to be food.
Even if they had some strange techniques and magical treasures, that only meant this human had gotten lucky and stumbled upon a lot of opportunities.
Besides, the Demon Clan now ruled Heaven and Earth as the orthodox power of the Heavenly Dao. Who had they ever feared?
"Human ant, I'm a mighty demon of the Demon Clan. You dared attack me. You're doomed!"
"No matter who you are, you won't escape death today! I'll lead the Demon Clan to destroy everything you hold dear, slaughter hundreds of millions of humans, then keep your spirit alive and temper it for ten thousand years, so you can watch it all happen!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Ink Flood Dragon's gaze turned icy as killing intent welled up within him. He longed to see Lin Changqing watch his sect destroyed and his people plunged into misery because of him, then regret it and beg for mercy.
Watching this, Lin Changqing merely furrowed his brow.
What nerve.
"Little black snake, you're threatening to destroy my Interception Sect. I wonder if your Demon Emperor would agree."
Lin Changqing sneered. Ink Flood Dragon's heart immediately skipped a beat.
The Interception Sect! A Saint's great sect!
"Impossible!"
"You're just a human ant, a mere Mystic Immortal. How could you be a disciple of the Interception Sect, a disciple of a Saint?!"
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