Spear of Divine Demons, Explode!

The spear streaked through the air, blood-red, aimed directly at the Ink Flood Dragon's chest and abdomen.

Boundless sharpness and killing intent erupted, like a blood-red light cleaving the heavens, tearing through the air.

The Ink Flood Dragon's body, shrouded in ink-black, was instantly sliced open.

Cracks spread across its entire body, even its scales were tattered and broken, leaving it in a sorry state!

Yet, the Ink Flood Dragon's joy only intensified.

As expected!

I blocked it!

Hmph! Human ant, stunned now, aren't you?

You can't break through my defenses. Even if you shatter my scales, so what?

Such a treasure, wielded by a mere Mystic Immortal human, can unleash such divine power. If I were to obtain it...

The Ink Flood Dragon couldn't even imagine it, and was even more certain that this treasure would be his!

It was a complete waste for a human ant to possess it!

"Hahaha! Human scoundrel! You're too green to kill me!"

"I've roamed the Primordial World for a million years, how can you compare!"

"I'll take this treasure of yours!"

The Ink Flood Dragon scoffed, and Lin Changqing's brows immediately furrowed in anger.

What! You've also cultivated for a million years?

Damn it, I've cultivated for a million years and I'm only at the peak of Mystic Immortal. And I've consumed so many divine items and spiritual roots.

You, a little black snake, have reached the late stage of Golden Immortal in a million years? Where does that leave my face?

Instantly, Lin Changqing's anger surged, and malice rose in his heart. With a slight movement of his hand, the spear advanced further, its tip piercing into the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen.

"Hahaha!"

"Ant human, still daring to be arrogant!"

Seeing Lin Changqing's enraged expression, the Ink Flood Dragon laughed even more brazenly.

He thought Lin Changqing was angry because his Spiritual Treasure was about to be snatched away.

Little did he know, a sense of mortal danger had quietly descended.

"Explode!"

The Spear of Divine Demons had reached the Ink Flood Dragon. Lin Changqing hesitated no longer, unleashing his ultimate move.

Explode?

Explode what?

Only the Ink Flood Dragon was momentarily stunned, and then an infinitely expanding crisis swept over him.

The blood-red spear, its countless divine patterns flashing wildly, seemed unstable.

The blood-red energy surging within tore through the spear tip, now wildly ripping outwards in all directions.

The Ink Flood Dragon's eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracting infinitely. Staring at the spear, an infinite sense of crisis surged into his heart.

"You dare!!!"

"Human ant, this is a Spiritual Treasure! You dare to self-destruct!!"

The Ink Flood Dragon roared, disbelief unconcealed in his eyes. How was this possible!

In the Primordial World, let alone Innate Treasures, even ordinary acquired treasures, a mere early-stage acquired Spiritual Treasure, was cherished by all beings.

This human Mystic Immortal intended to self-destruct an Innate Spiritual Treasure!

But this impossible event was happening before the Ink Flood Dragon's very eyes.

Didn't they say that to self-destruct a treasure, one must completely refine it?

An Innate Spiritual Treasure has at least nine Innate restrictions. Complete refinement requires at least Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation. How dare he! How could he do it!

No one answered the Ink Flood Dragon, because by now, an boundless, violent aura was rapidly approaching.

It was like ten thousand tides crashing down, shaking and shattering reefs, disintegrating and scattering ships.

The Ink Flood Dragon was already terrified, his mind trembling.

This was the self-destruction of a treasure!

If it were fully controlled and then detonated, let alone a Golden Immortal, even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would be instantly annihilated!

But at this moment, the Ink Flood Dragon also felt that the power of this self-destruction wasn't that strong.

Although a large hole had already appeared in the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen, with blood gushing out and internal organs scattered, its mangled state was utterly tragic.

But he wasn't dead!!

The Spear of Divine Demons exploded, and countless blood-red lights instantly swept over everything.

In an instant, the Ink Flood Dragon lost control and flew up, crashing towards the wall, shaking heaven and earth!

Countless rocks shattered, and the Ink Flood Dragon was embedded within them, like a totem sculpture!

At this moment, this totem sculpture was covered in bloodstains, its scales completely shed, and countless wounds covered its entire body!

The worst was the Ink Flood Dragon's abdomen, a hundred-zhang-sized void, the blood mist rising from within was instantly crushed by the residual blood-red energy.

One must know that the moment the Spear of Divine Demons self-destructed, it was pressed against the Ink Flood Dragon's abdominal scales and flesh!

Furthermore, it had already broken through the Ink Flood Dragon's defenses beforehand. Caught completely off guard, the Ink Flood Dragon took the full brunt!

Aside from its abdomen, the Ink Flood Dragon's most severely injured part was its claws.

The moment the spear exploded, the Ink Flood Dragon's claws were reaching out towards it, its mind filled with the prospect of obtaining this treasure.

Now, those dragon claws, claws that could tear through anything, were gone. Only bare bones remained, flesh and blood torn apart, utterly mangled!

Lin Changqing, however, shook his head slightly at this.

Although he had planned for the unexpected, he was still a little short.

The Ink Flood Dragon's defenses were indeed shattered by the spear, reaching its abdomen without any resistance.

However, the energy from the Divine Demon Spear at that moment was only forty percent. If it had self-destructed at full power, Lin Changqing was certain that even if the Ink Flood Dragon didn't die, it would be crippled!

What a pity...

Lin Changqing shook his head slightly, and the Ink Flood Dragon instantly became enraged.

"ROAR!!!"

"Human, this is not a Spiritual Treasure at all!"

"How can there be such a sinister and malicious person among humans like you!!"

As the Ink Flood Dragon roared, its flesh and blood began to recover, but a stream of energy blocked the regeneration, preventing it from healing.

Divine Demon Power!

The Ink Flood Dragon's furious roar echoed, but Lin Changqing merely picked at his ear.

"Thanks for the compliment. You're not bad either, just your acting was a tiny bit off."

"You wanted to scheme against me, but you thought I was completely unaware?"

"Hmph! Ink Flood Dragon, you underestimate me too much."

Lin Changqing continued speaking, but he had no intention of pressing his advantage.

The Ink Flood Dragon was indeed severely injured, but as a late-stage Golden Immortal of the Demon Clan, he didn't believe the Ink Flood Dragon had no backup.

Moreover, only thirty percent of the Divine Demon Power remained within him. He had used quite a bit just now, and it wasn't enough to condense the Spear of Divine Demons. It could only recover slowly.

Besides, delaying was his original objective.

Being able to trick a late-stage Golden Immortal with his cultivation of only peak Mystic Immortal was already enough for Lin Changqing.

And this had directly severely injured the Ink Flood Dragon.

Lin Changqing smiled slightly and looked at the Ink Flood Dragon.

"What is it, fellow Daoist Ink Flood Dragon, are you satisfied with my treasure?"

Lin Changqing said with a low voice. The Ink Flood Dragon's rage surged. Despite still bleeding, he mustered his strength and charged towards Lin Changqing.

"Human, I will kill you!"

Even at this point, the enraged Ink Flood Dragon had forgotten its original objective.

It now had only one thought: Lin Changqing must die!

Even in its severely injured state, it didn't hesitate in the slightest.

Lin Changqing burst into laughter again.

With the situation reversed, he was no longer afraid of the Ink Flood Dragon.

Without the True Dragon Power, the Ink Flood Dragon couldn't break through the great formation and enter the Dragon Transformation Pool.

If he retreated, he would be behind the layers of golden mist. At that time, the Ink Flood Dragon would be utterly helpless against him.

Confident and fearless, Lin Changqing had no intention of hiding.

"Ink Flood Dragon, you still dare to come?"

"Then guess, can my Spiritual Treasure self-destruct?"

As Lin Changqing spoke, a silver light flickered in his palm.

A delicate small lock lay quietly in his hand, yet it exuded boundless killing intent at all times.

This... was another Innate Spiritual Treasure! And it was even more powerful than that spear!!