The Demonic Dragon Descends!

In the shadows of the canopy, Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo stared at the three Dominator Vanguards that had suddenly appeared, their eyes wide as they gasped in disbelief.

"Dragon race?! It really is the dragon race!"

Snake Lance turned his head to look at Lin Feng as if he were staring at a monster.

"This must be the Dragon Soldiers that kid Lin Feng mentioned."

Porcupinefish Douluo felt the hair on his body stand on end, his scalp tingling as he drew in a sharp, cold breath.

"Hiss! You brute, the bloodline origin of these three dragon-type spirit beasts is definitely not simple. Such terrifying dragon might."

As spirit masters with beast spirits, the two of them could feel the suppression from the deepest part of their bloodlines emanating from those three purple dragons more clearly than anyone else.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing extreme shock in the other's eyes.

"What kind of spirit does this little moneybag have? It's one thing to have a hundred-year first spirit ring that somehow forced out three spirit skills, but now he can summon high-level dragon spirit beasts out of thin air?"

"Could it be... that the grade of this spirit is even higher than the Young Mistress's god-level Angel spirit?"

"Hahaha, forget about the grade. At least we don't have to worry about this Lin Feng having any ulterior motives now; after all, what faction would dare use such a supreme treasure as bait for a scheme?"

"True, but we still need to investigate that Shrek Academy. We cannot allow even the slightest lapse in the Young Mistress's safety."

Qian Renxue's phoenix eyes widened slightly as she looked at the three thousand-year dragon spirit beasts before her, their auras violent and their dragon might oppressive.

The power of life and death over these three Dragon Soldiers was entirely in her hands, and what was even more absurd was that once the cooldown ended, she could summon three more, totaling six thousand-year-level dragon spirit beasts.

"Little Lin, you call these Dragon Soldiers?"

She couldn't help but look back at Lin Feng on the tree branch.

With six thousand-year dragons in his grasp, she found it hard to imagine what kind of spirit beast could have forced this kid to flee for his life earlier while holding such a trump card.

Lin Feng saw the rare look of shock on Qian Renxue's face and curled his lips into a faint smile, feeling a secret sense of satisfaction.

Wrath of the Dominator was the final trump card he had left for his cheap teacher.

Six Dominator Vanguards, layered with the physical and magical defense of Thornmail and Cloak of the Witch, plus the sustain and attack buffs from the red and blue buffs.

It was maxed out in both offense and defense; if this couldn't take down that ten-thousand-year Golden Flame Sword Tiger, then he was truly out of options and would just have to give up.

With the addition of the three Dominator Vanguards, the previously one-sided situation was instantly reversed.

Below, the Golden Flame Sword Tiger saw the dragon spirit beasts suddenly appear in mid-air, and its golden beastly pupils ignited with monstrous rage as it let out a deafening roar.

In its eyes, these noble dragons, born to stand at the pinnacle of spirit beasts, were actually bowing their heads to humans—they were nothing but traitors to the spirit beast world.

Beast-traitors! A disgrace to the entire spirit beast realm!

The three Dominator Vanguards opened their dragon maws simultaneously, and dark purple Dark Flame Pillars erupted, colliding fiercely with the golden flames spewed by the Golden Flame Sword Tiger.

"Boom!"

The two extremes of high heat collided, the air twisting and deforming as the sizzling sound of explosions echoed endlessly through the forest.

Yet, even though the three Dominator Vanguards were eighteen hundred years old, they were still a significant gap behind a genuine ten-thousand-year-level spirit beast.

The purple flame pillars barely held for two seconds before being pierced through by the violent golden fire.

Qian Renxue, however, was not flustered in the slightest. Sensing that the summon cooldown for the Dominator Vanguards had reset, she curled her lips and, with a thought, triggered the spirit skill again.

"If three won't do, then three more it is."

Three more massive, dark whirlpools unfolded in mid-air, and accompanied by dragon roars, three more Dominator Vanguards flew out ferociously. They stood side-by-side with the previous three, six pairs of scarlet dragon eyes locking onto the Golden Flame Sword Tiger below.

The Golden Flame Sword Tiger looked at the three additional dragon spirit beasts in the air, its fur standing on end as it began to lose its nerve.

With so many thousand-year-old dragon whelps appearing in a cluster, had it accidentally stumbled into the nest of some dragon clan?

Wherever young dragons appeared, there was bound to be a terrifying adult dragon guarding the vicinity.

Thinking that there might be a ten-thousand-year dragon nearby that even it might not be able to contend with, the Golden Flame Sword Tiger instantly lost the desire to continue the fight. It turned, whipped its burning golden tail, and bolted toward the depths of the dense forest.

"This is bullying a tiger too far!"

Seeing the ten-thousand-year fifth spirit ring she was about to claim slipping away, Qian Renxue's phoenix eyes sharpened, and she immediately issued a command.

Five of the Dominator Vanguards moved in response, surrounding the fleeing Golden Flame Sword Tiger, leaving only one behind to guard Lin Feng.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the broad dragon head of a Dominator Vanguard, shouting a reminder against the cold wind.

"Teacher, finish this quickly! The Dragon Soldiers can only last for fifteen minutes; they will dissipate automatically once the time is up."

"Don't be precious with these Dragon Soldiers. If necessary, just let them commit suicide to create an opening for you to hunt the Golden Flame Sword Tiger. You might as well use them, since you can just summon new ones after the cooldown ends."

Hearing this, the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

No wonder this guy called these noble-blooded dragon spirit beasts "Dragon Soldiers"—he really did treat them like expendable grunts on the front lines.

She didn't say anything more, her Angel wings flapping violently as her speed surged, turning into a streak of golden light as she pursued the fleeing Golden Flame Sword Tiger.

She swung her holy sword, and waves of golden sword energy tore through the air, while the burning and slowing effects of the Red Sentinel Power clung to the beast, leaving it no chance to escape.

Ten minutes later.

With the final, unwilling, and shrill roar of the Golden Flame Sword Tiger, its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring slowly emerged from the remains, radiating a heavy pressure throughout the forest.

Qian Renxue sheathed the Angel Holy Sword, her chest rising and falling slightly as she caught her breath after the intense battle.

A few specks of crimson beast blood stained the hem of her gilded dress and the edge of her cheek; far from looking disheveled, it only added a sharp, vivid intensity to her stunning face, making her look both imposing and breathtaking.

Lin Feng hurriedly leaped down from the dragon's head and stepped quickly toward her, pulling out a clean, soft cloth and standing on his tiptoes to carefully wipe the bloodstain from her cheek.

"Congratulations to Teacher for successfully hunting a ten-thousand-year spirit beast while at the Spirit King realm, setting a new record in the spirit master world."

Seeing Qian Renxue instinctively try to pull back, he quickly added another sentence.

"Hey! Don't move, Teacher; it will be very hard to wipe off once the blood dries."

Qian Renxue, who had intended to put some distance between them, paused when she saw the pure, focused look in his eyes.

It was as if a warm current had flowed through a heart that had been frozen for over a decade; instead of pulling away, she leaned forward slightly, allowing him to wipe the bloodstain from her cheek with the cloth.

In her captivating, gilded phoenix eyes, there was not a hint of arrogance after hunting a ten-thousand-year spirit beast as she spoke calmly:

"Without your support, and without those six Dominator Vanguards risking their lives to create an opening for me, I could never have hunted this ten-thousand-year Golden Flame Sword Tiger alone."

Even with her god-level Angel martial soul, without Lin Feng's enhancement, she could at most safely hunt a five-thousand-year spirit beast.

Lin Feng's support effect was far more outrageous than she had anticipated; the way it multiplied her strength several times over was truly exaggerated.

She could not help but feel a secret sense of relief.

Fortunately, this one-of-a-kind support was now her disciple, firmly held within her grasp.

Thinking of this, the loneliness and exhaustion she had suppressed while undercover in Heaven Dou for all these years seemed to vanish, and as she looked at the little fellow diligently wiping her face, she dropped all her disguises and defenses, offering a stunning smile.

"It seems my luck isn't so bad after all."

The golden dappled light of the forest fell upon her smiling face, as if an iceberg had suddenly melted.

Lin Feng froze in place, forgetting even to move the cloth in his hand, his heart skipping a beat as only one thought remained in his mind.

So beautiful! Oh no, this time, I'm truly smitten.