To Destroy the Sect of Interception, Little Black Snake's Courage is Truly Great

The Ink Flood Dragon was injured, and rage flared in its eyes like a sudden inferno, uncontrollable.

Boundless killing intent surged like a tide, rushing madly towards Lin Changqing.

One of its fangs was almost shattered, and its dragon horns had lost their luster.

It hadn't suffered such a heavy injury in tens of thousands of years!

Yet, it had been injured by a mere Mystic Immortal, a human ant that it could crush with a single hand.

At this moment, boundless fury brewed in the Ink Flood Dragon's eyes, wishing it could devour Lin Changqing on the spot!

The Ink Flood Dragon was not lightly damaged, but Lin Changqing was also faring poorly.

His blood-red scales had exploded, and countless wounds crisscrossed his body as if scoured by blades, still gushing blood.

His spear hadn't dissipated, but it had dimmed considerably; the energy consumed just now was at least one-third!

The wings on his back were like tattered rags, riddled with holes!

Lin Changqing himself was coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth, his spirit weak, but his eyes were resolute.

"Hahaha! Late-stage Golden Immortal, is that all you've got!"

Lin Changqing sneered.

His blood-red armor had shattered, but it was slowly recovering.

The Divine Demon Wings behind him, though broken, were also being mended.

Within his body, the three thousand six hundred acupoints pulsed with divine demon phantoms, channeling streams of blood energy to his wounds, repairing the damage.

The Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art primarily focused on refining flesh and blood through the body's acupoints.

Even without the divine demon phantoms within him, Lin Changqing's physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary Mystic Immortals.

His recovery speed was also not slow.

This clash was not only the Ink Flood Dragon's first injury, but also Lin Changqing's first.

Since becoming a disciple of Tongtian, Lin Changqing had never fought anyone in the Primordial World besides his fellow disciples.

His previous actions on Kunlun Mountain were merely an act; facing the mid-stage Golden Immortal Golden Condor had only made him appear slightly disheveled.

His blood-red armor had protected him, and at most, the energy expenditure was significant.

Against the Green Vine, he had the advantage of surprise and killed it with ease!

Only now, with the Ink Flood Dragon's attack, amplified by consuming the Dragon Pearl and its inherent Dragon Clan bloodline, had its strength surpassed that of an ordinary late-stage Golden Immortal.

This clash had caused Lin Changqing to be heavily injured.

But it wasn't enough!

Lin Changqing's blood-red eyes fixed on the Ink Flood Dragon, brimming with endless fighting spirit.

Late-stage Golden Immortal?

Fighting a late-stage Golden Immortal as a Mystic Immortal, he was truly unique.

Judging by their recent clash, the gap in strength between him and the Ink Flood Dragon was significant, but he still had a fighting chance!

At most, it was a three-seven split.

After all, he still had his trump card, the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, and the speed of his Divine Demon Wings was something the Ink Flood Dragon couldn't match.

The killing power of the Spear of Divine Demons could also inflict damage on the Ink Flood Dragon!

This battle, I, a Mystic Immortal, will fight a late-stage Golden Immortal!

Spanning nearly an entire major realm, Lin Changqing's heart surged with heroic spirit. He twirled his spear, piercing the air, the wind howling.

He wiped the blood from his lips. His blood-red armor had recovered, and his internal injuries were now about seventy to eighty percent healed.

However, only forty percent of his Divine Demon power remained.

But it was enough!

"Little black snake, your fangs aren't sharp enough to bite me!"

Lin Changqing sneered at the Ink Flood Dragon.

The Ink Flood Dragon was even more enraged.

Its True Dragon power had also been depleted, leaving only forty percent.

It had been unable to break open the Dragon Transformation Pool for a long time.

Seeing the Azure Dragon thief inside continuously stealing the opportunities that belonged to it, the Ink Flood Dragon's fury ignited.

"Damn it, damn it!!"

"Human, once I get out, I will find your human tribe and devour billions of humans, exterminating your entire lineage!!"

"Otherwise, how can I quell this hatred in my heart!!"

The Ink Flood Dragon's rage burned, but it did not attack proactively.

Its True Dragon power truly couldn't be depleted any further!

At this moment, even with ten thousand fires of rage burning within him, he could only issue continuous threats towards Lin Changqing.

Upon hearing this, Lin Changqing had already knitted his brows.

Another one preparing to target the human race. Don't these people ever learn from their mistakes?

He had initially only intended to stop this Ink Flood Dragon, but now it seemed this fellow wouldn't be leaving today!

As for wiping out my entire clan, Lin Changqing had transmigrated here, without parents and currently single, so he didn't worry about that.

Even if he did, it would only be his sect.

But speaking of his sect, it wasn't that Lin Changqing looked down on the Ink Flood Dragon; even if the Ink Flood Dragon summoned the two Golden Crows of the Demon Clan and gathered his forces, he absolutely wouldn't dare to make a move.

What a joke. All beneath a Saint are but ants – is that just a saying?

Although Di Jun and Tai Yi often hurled insults, claiming they were the true rulers of the world, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on a Saint's great sect, not even with eight times the courage.

Lin Changqing glanced dismissively at the Ink Flood Dragon, a sneer of disdain curling his lips.

"Little black snake, who can't boast? But you, you can't even kill me now, and you want to wipe out my entire clan?"

"As for my sect and fellow disciples, I'm the weakest one!"

Lin Changqing continued to taunt.

When counting fellow disciples, he only considered direct disciples. To be fair, in terms of cultivation, he truly was the weakest.

But in terms of strength, based on his current performance, only Duobao and Zhao Gongming, at most, and perhaps Jinling and Yunxiao, were stronger than him.

Who could blame him for being too monstrous? A Mystic Immortal slaying a Golden Immortal – unheard of!

Lin Changqing looked at the Ink Flood Dragon with disdain, while the latter became wary.

A Mystic Immortal possessing such strength, and even making him feel threatened.

That spear was clearly an extraordinary treasure! And those wing divine abilities were absolutely extraordinary!

If he said Lin Changqing had no backing, he wouldn't believe it even if beaten to death!

"Hmph! Ridiculous. I am under the command of the Azure Flood Dragon Demon King, one of the Eighteen Divisions of the Demon Clan. What do I have to fear from you!"

The Ink Flood Dragon spoke boldly, but as his mind cleared, he began to sneer incessantly.

He didn't fear the Dragon Clan, because they were currently like a drowning dog, unable to look after themselves. Although the Four Seas Dragon Clan still possessed some underlying strength, it seemed anyone could step on them.

And the human race was even more of a joke. The weak human race was only fit to be blood food in the Primordial World.

Even if they possessed some means, their divine abilities and spiritual treasures were incredibly bizarre.

That could only mean this human had struck it lucky, obtaining quite a few fortuitous encounters.

Moreover, our Demon Clan now governs heaven and earth, the legitimate inheritors of the Heavenly Dao. Who should we fear?

"Human ant, I am a great demon of the Demon Clan. How dare you attack me? Today, you will surely die!"

"No matter who you are, you cannot escape death today! I will lead the Demon Clan to destroy your sect, slaughter tens of millions of humans, preserve your soul, and refine it for ten thousand years, forcing you to watch it all unfold!"

"Hahahaha!!"

The Ink Flood Dragon's eyes were sinister, killing intent surging continuously. He wished he could see Lin Changqing witness the destruction of his sect and the suffering of his clan because of him, then regret it and beg for mercy.

Lin Changqing merely frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

Such a big heart.

"Little black snake, you want to destroy my Sect of Interception. Do you think your Demon Emperor would agree?"

Lin Changqing let out a cold laugh, and the Ink Flood Dragon's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The Sect of Interception! A Saint's great sect!

"Impossible!"

"A mere human ant, you are only a Mystic Immortal. How can you be a disciple of the Sect of Interception, a disciple of a Saint!!"