The blood-red spear tore through the air, aimed straight at the Ink Flood Dragon's chest and abdomen.
Boundless killing intent erupted from its razor-sharp edge, like a streak of blood-red light cleaving the heavens as it ripped toward its target.
The black scales covering the Ink Flood Dragon were instantly split apart.
Cracks spread across his entire body. Even his scales were now battered and broken, leaving him in a wretched state!
Yet the Ink Flood Dragon's delight only grew.
As expected!
He had blocked it!
Hmph! Human insect, dumbfounded yet?
So what if you shattered his scales? You still couldn't break through his defenses!
If such a treasure could display this much power in the hands of a human Mystic Immortal, then just imagine what he could do with it...
The Ink Flood Dragon hardly dared to imagine it. He was even more certain now: the treasure would be his!
For a human insect to wield it was a complete waste!
"Hahahaha! You human thief! You're still too green to kill me!"
"I've roamed the Primordial World for a million years. You can't compare to me!"
"I'll be taking that treasure of yours!"
The Ink Flood Dragon sneered. Lin Changqing's brows immediately knit in anger.
What! You've cultivated for a million years too?
Damn it, I've cultivated for a million years, and I'm only at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm.
I've even eaten so many divine treasures and spiritual roots.
And you're just a little black snake who reached the late Golden Immortal realm in a million years? Where does that leave my pride?
Anger surged in Lin Changqing's heart, and his courage rose with it. With a slight movement of his hand, he drove the spear farther in until its tip pressed against the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen.
"Hahahaha!"
"You puny human insect still dare to act so arrogantly!"
Seeing Lin Changqing's furious expression, the Ink Flood Dragon laughed even more brazenly.
He assumed Lin Changqing was angry because his spiritual treasure was about to be taken.
Little did he know that the threat of death was quietly closing in.
"Explode!"
The Spear of Divine Demons was already right up against the Ink Flood Dragon. Lin Changqing didn't hesitate any longer and immediately unleashed his trump card.
Explode?
What was exploding?
Only the Ink Flood Dragon was left momentarily stunned. Then an endlessly swelling sense of danger swept over him.
Countless divine patterns flashed madly across the blood-red spear, as if it were on the verge of losing control.
The blood-red energy surging wildly within it tore through the spearhead, then violently ripped outward in every direction.
The Ink Flood Dragon's eyes flew wide, his pupils contracting as he stared at the spear. An overwhelming sense of danger welled up inside him.
"How dare you!!!"
"Human insect, that's a spiritual treasure! You actually dare to make it self-destruct!!"
The Ink Flood Dragon roared in fury, unable to hide his disbelief. How could this be possible?!
In the Primordial World, let alone innate treasures—even ordinary acquired treasures, even an early-stage acquired spiritual treasure—were cherished by all living beings.
Yet this human Mystic Immortal was actually going to make an Innate Spiritual Treasure self-destruct!
But the impossible was happening right before the Ink Flood Dragon's eyes.
Wasn't it necessary to completely refine a treasure before making it self-destruct?
Innate treasures had at least nine innate restrictions. Completely refining one required, at the very least, the cultivation of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. How could he dare? How could he even do it?!
No one answered the Ink Flood Dragon, because by then, an endless, violent aura was already rushing toward him.
It crashed down like a thousand raging waves, shaking and shattering the reefs as the sea vessels broke apart and scattered.
The Ink Flood Dragon was already trembling in terror, his soul nearly fleeing his body.
This was a treasure self-destructing!
If its power were fully controlled before it exploded, let alone a Golden Immortal—even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would be annihilated in an instant!
But at that moment, the Ink Flood Dragon could also sense that the force of the explosion wasn't quite that powerful.
A huge hole had already opened in the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen, blood gushing out as his organs spilled free. He looked utterly mangled.
But he wasn't dead!!
The Spear of Divine Demons exploded, and countless beams of blood-red light swept over everything in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the Ink Flood Dragon flew helplessly through the air and slammed into the wall, shaking heaven and earth!
Countless rocks shattered, and the Ink Flood Dragon was embedded in the rubble like a carved totem.
Now, that totem was covered in blood, every scale stripped away, countless wounds spread across his entire body!
Worst of all was the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen. The blood mist billowing out of the hundred-zhang-wide cavity was instantly crushed by the blood-red energy that still lingered.
After all, when the Spear of Divine Demons exploded, it had been pressed right against the scales and flesh of the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen!
Worse still, it had already broken through the defenses covering the Ink Flood Dragon's body. Completely caught off guard, he had taken the full brunt of it!
Apart from the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen, his claws had suffered the worst damage.
The moment the spear exploded, the Ink Flood Dragon had been reaching out to seize it, focused entirely on claiming the treasure.
Now, those flood-dragon claws that could tear through anything were gone. Only bare bones remained, stripped of flesh and blood, horribly mangled!
Lin Changqing shook his head slightly.
Even though he'd caught him off guard, it was still a little short.
The spear had shattered the Ink Flood Dragon's defenses and reached his abdomen, where it met no resistance.
But at the time, the Spear of Divine Demons had only had forty percent of its energy. If it had self-destructed at full power, Lin Changqing was sure the Ink Flood Dragon would have been badly crippled, even if he didn't die!
What a pity...
Lin Changqing shook his head slightly, and the Ink Flood Dragon flew into a rage.
"Roar!!!"
"Human, that thing of yours isn't a spiritual treasure at all!"
"How can a human be so devious and vicious?!"
As the Ink Flood Dragon roared, the flesh covering his body began to regenerate. But a layer of energy remained between the flesh, preventing it from healing.
Divine Demon Power!
The Ink Flood Dragon's enraged roar reached him, but Lin Changqing merely scratched his ear.
"Thanks for the compliment. You're not bad either, though your acting was just a tiny bit off."
"You tried to scheme against me, and thought I had no idea?"
"Hmph! Ink Flood Dragon, you underestimated me."
Lin Changqing continued, but had no intention of going over to finish him off.
The Ink Flood Dragon was indeed gravely wounded, but as a late-stage Golden Immortal demon, Lin Changqing didn't believe he had no other tricks up his sleeve.
Besides, only thirty percent of the Divine Demon Power within Lin Changqing remained. He'd used quite a lot just now, and there wasn't enough left to condense another Spear of Divine Demons. All he could do was recover it slowly.
Besides, his real purpose had been to buy time.
Managing to catch a late-stage Golden Immortal off guard was already more than enough for Lin Changqing, whose cultivation was only at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm.
And he'd even left the Ink Flood Dragon gravely wounded.
Lin Changqing smiled faintly and looked toward the Ink Flood Dragon.
"Well, Ink Flood Dragon, what do you think of my treasure?"
Lin Changqing looked down at him as he spoke. Fury surged through the Ink Flood Dragon's heart. Though he was still bleeding all over, he forced himself up and charged at Lin Changqing.
"Human, I'm going to kill you!"
By then, the furious Ink Flood Dragon had completely forgotten his original purpose.
He had only one thought now: Lin Changqing had to die!
He didn't hesitate in the slightest, despite his grievous injuries.
Lin Changqing burst out laughing again.
The tables had turned, and he no longer feared the Ink Flood Dragon.
Without the power of a true dragon, the Ink Flood Dragon couldn't break through the grand formation or enter the Dragon Transformation Pool.
And if Lin Changqing retreated, he'd reach the layers of golden clouds. The Ink Flood Dragon wouldn't be able to do a thing to him there.
Though Lin Changqing had nothing to fear, he wasn't planning to hide.
"Ink Flood Dragon, you still dare to come?"
"Then guess: can this spiritual treasure of mine self-destruct too?"
As Lin Changqing spoke, a gleam of silver shimmered in his palm.
A delicate little lock lay quietly in his hand, yet it radiated boundless killing intent at every moment.
This... was another Innate Spiritual Treasure! And it was even more powerful than that spear!!
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