Dragon of Berserk Fury, Death of the Black Scaled Flood Dragon, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon's spiral Single Horn shot toward Lin Qing's chest!

The tip of the horn glinted with a cold, eerie light. It was the hardest part of its entire body.

Lin Qing's mind was exceptionally calm.

The more dangerous the situation, the calmer he became.

It was an instinct forged through countless life-or-death battles.

He stared fixedly at the Single Horn drawing ever closer.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters...

Now!

Just as the Single Horn was about to strike him, Lin Qing abruptly twisted aside!

The movement was slight, but the timing was precise to the very last fraction.

The Single Horn grazed past his chest, tearing open his robe and scraping a shower of sparks across the golden Dragon Scales with a piercing screech.

At the same time.

Lin Qing's Dragon Claw moved.

His Right Hand rose, its five fingers spread wide as it struck at the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's exposed neck.

This claw strike had been building up for a long time. It was as swift as lightning, impossible to evade!

Rip—!

The Golden Dragon Claw easily tore through the black scales as though ripping apart a sheet of paper.

Scales flew apart, and flesh split open.

Dark-red blood gushed out like a small fountain.

"Aang—!!!"

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon howled in pain, its cry shrill and piercing.

It violently twisted its body, its tail sweeping toward him like a massive black whip!

This sweep was fueled by fury, thirty percent faster than before!

Lin Qing had just completed his claw strike. His old force was spent, while his new force had yet to gather.

There was no time to dodge.

He could only raise his Left Arm and cross it before himself.

Take it head-on!

Bang—!!!

The tail struck the Dragon Arm solidly.

Lin Qing flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

He smashed through three trees thick enough to require two people to wrap their arms around before crashing to the ground.

Dust billowed everywhere.

Lying on the ground, he felt sweetness rise in his throat as blood surged upward.

"Ugh!"

Lin Qing forcibly swallowed it back, though a thin line of blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Human, you truly are strong. Strong enough to leave me in such a sorry state."

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon panted heavily, blood streaming endlessly from the wound on its neck.

Dark-red blood dripped down its scales and gathered into a small pool beside the Black Pool.

Its aura began to grow unstable.

That claw strike had injured a vital point.

"But this ends now!"

Madness flashed through the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's single eye.

Originally, it had intended to defeat Lin Qing quickly while conserving strength for the Sky Azure Bull Python.

But now, this human had made it feel pressure.

It had to go all out!

"Aang—!"

A Dragon's Roar shook the heavens!

The black scales covering the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's body suddenly began to emit an eerie red glow.

Like red-hot iron, they lit up one scale at a time.

The red glow spread from its tail, rapidly crawling across its entire body.

Its whole body began to swell, its bones cracking sharply.

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon's aura also rose steadily!

Its scarlet eyes turned completely blood-red, and its reason seemed to be rapidly vanishing.

What replaced it was pure, frenzied Slaughter.

Berserk State!

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon's life-risking Secret Method.

It granted an enormous increase in strength for a short period.

The price was entering a berserk frenzy, followed by a prolonged period of weakness and even a drop in cultivation.

But as long as it could win, as long as it could kill this human, it would be worth it!

Lin Qing climbed to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the Black Scaled Flood Dragon across from him, whose aura had surged explosively, he was not afraid. Instead, he smiled.

His smile was slightly mad.

"You finally decided to get serious?"

He rolled his neck.

"You should've done this long ago. All that dragging things out was like children playing house."

Beneath his feet, his third Red Soul Ring lit up!

Red light shot into the sky!

"Aang!"

The Golden Dragon Martial Soul unleashed a heaven-shaking roar.

Golden Dragon Three Transformations!

Thousand Jun Dragon Power, triple layer!

This was his full strength now.

No holding back, no probing, no end until one of them died.

The battle ahead would only grow more brutal.

Both were determined to kill the other. Neither had any path of retreat.

The berserk Black Scaled Flood Dragon's strength had nearly doubled.

Every attack made the ground tremble.

When its claws slammed down, the ground exploded into a Deep Pit.

When its tail swept across, trees fell in swathes.

Heavy Water sprayed out as if it cost nothing, turning the entire area into a Gravity Hell.

Lin Qing drove Golden Dragon Three Transformations to its limit.

He weaved, dodged, and maneuvered through the gaps in the Flood Dragon's attacks.

It was like dancing on the edge of a blade, every step treading the line between life and death.

The pressure was astonishing.

Three times, the Flood Dragon's claws almost grazed his scalp, and the fierce wind they stirred cut painfully across his cheeks.

Heavy Water also brushed past his Left Shoulder.

His entire arm was instantly crushed by gravity, going so numb that he nearly lost all feeling in it.

Fortunately, the Golden Dragon's Ultimate Power was formidable, and he recovered quickly.

But his clothes had been corroded into a large hole, while a faint black mark remained on his skin.

Ten minutes.

Lin Qing silently calculated the time.

It was as if there was a stopwatch in his mind, ticking away.

According to Er Ming, the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's Berserk State could last at most ten minutes.

Once that time passed, he would not even need to act. The Flood Dragon itself would become weak.

So all he had to do was endure those ten minutes.

If he held out, he would win.

He had already gained seven or eight wounds across his body.

The deepest was on his right ribs, slashed open by the Flood Dragon's Claw Tip and nearly reaching his internal organs.

Blood stained half his body red, dripping steadily downward.

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon was no better off.

Its black scales were either shattered or torn away.

Its neck, abdomen, tail, and back were covered in mangled, bloody wounds left by the Golden Dragon Claw.

One of its eyes had been destroyed by Lin Qing, leaving behind only a bloody hollow that looked horrifying.

Yet the berserk Black Scaled Flood Dragon seemed unable to feel pain.

It attacked like a madman.

Every strike used its full strength, every strike was meant to kill.

In the ninth minute, the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's aura finally began to fluctuate unstably.

Its swollen body started trembling faintly.

The blood-red color in its eyes waxed and waned.

In the tenth minute, its body suddenly shrank like a leaking balloon.

The blood-red color in its eyes rapidly faded, replaced by intense exhaustion and weakness.

The Berserk State had ended!

A perfect opportunity!

A sharp light burst from Lin Qing's eyes!

Now!

At this moment, all his Soul Power gathered in his Right Hand!

The enhancement from Golden Dragon Three Transformations remained, as did the stacked power of Thousand Jun Dragon Power.

He poured all his Soul Power and Ultimate Power into this claw strike.

His entire body shot forward like a cannonball!

The Golden Dragon Claw ripped through the air, releasing an ear-piercing shriek!

The space along the path of its Claw Tip distorted.

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon tried to dodge.

But its weakened state made its movements half a beat too slow.

That half beat determined its life and death.

Pfft—!!!

The Golden Dragon Claw pierced through the shattered scales and plunged deep into the Flood Dragon's heart.

The Sharp Claw pierced through muscle, through bone, through that still-beating heart.

When the Claw Tip emerged from its back, it brought forth a spray of scalding blood.

"Aang—!!!"

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon let out its final wail of life.

Its cry was shrill, despairing, and unwilling.

Its enormous body writhed frantically, but it was already a dying struggle.

With its heart pierced, the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's life force rapidly drained away.

Its struggles gradually weakened.

A few seconds later, the dragon body suddenly stiffened.

Its enormous body fell from the air, smashing into the ground like a small black mountain.

Boom!!!

Dust filled the sky.

Lin Qing landed before it as well.

He dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.

Blood still dripped from the Dragon Claw—some belonged to the Black Scaled Flood Dragon, and some to him.

His entire body was covered in injuries, his Soul Power nearly exhausted, and he was so fatigued that he felt ready to fall apart.

Yet his gaze remained sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

Looking at the Black Scaled Flood Dragon's corpse, which was still twitching faintly, Lin Qing slowly rose to his feet.

"I'll give you two choices."

His voice was hoarse. "Sacrifice yourself to me, or be killed by me."

"..."

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon's remaining single eye stared at him.

Anger, unwillingness, and resentment surged from its eye like a tide.

Sacrifice could maximize a Soul Ring's effects and bring tremendous benefits to a Soul Master.

But that meant a Soul Beast had to willingly give up its life and offer everything to its enemy.

And the pride of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would not allow it to bow its head.

What was more, it was a Flood Dragon with Dragon Bloodline.

A dragon could die in battle, but it would never submit!

"Human..."

the Black Scaled Flood Dragon rasped, its voice as weak as a candle flame in the wind.

"Kill me!"

It chose dignity.

Lin Qing nodded.

He respected its choice.

The Golden Dragon Claw rose and pierced its skull in a single strike.

Squelch!

Its last trace of life was extinguished.

The Black Scaled Flood Dragon gave a few final convulsions before falling completely still.

A Blood Red Soul Ring rose from its corpse.

Its glow was as thick as congealed blood, radiating an utterly immense surge of energy.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was complete!

Lin Qing looked at the Soul Ring and let out a long breath.

It was finally over.