Mad Dragon Battle Ward

"Looks like I underestimated him. No wonder he wasn't panicking even with dozens of wolves following him.

"Even if I hadn't come along, he probably would have been able to move freely through the thousand-year Spirit Beast region, wouldn't he?"

Thinking this, Bibi Dong no longer made a move. She merely watched from the side, standing guard for him.

The wounds torn open across its body and the searing pain brought by Lieyan's flames drove the Crocodile Dragon into a furious rage.

Who had it provoked? It had only just poked its head out of its cave when two humans appeared.

One of them was so powerful that it instinctively feared her, while the other was so weak that it disdained him.

Yet this weak human had actually attacked it first and even broken through its tough defenses.

Caught off guard, it raised one enormous dragon claw and slapped it toward Wang Jingyu.

With the agility granted by Dragon's Dream Dodge and the astonishing predictive ability granted by the Sharingan, Wang Jingyu easily evaded the Crocodile Dragon's attack.

Compared to the Crocodile Dragon's lumbering body, Wang Jingyu was as nimble as a cheetah. He dodged with ease, occasionally leaving wounds on its body with the Crimson Firmament Sword.

The Crimson Firmament Sword's ability to slice through hair and sever iron as though it were mud made the Crocodile Dragon's hard scales seem as helpless as if they had encountered a Behemoth, the nemesis of dragon-kind.

After being cut open again and again by Wang Jingyu, the Crocodile Dragon became utterly enraged. It lowered its dragon head and unleashed its charging soul skill at the weak human.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Clear tremors ran through the ground as the seven- to eight-meter-long Crocodile Dragon charged out of the cave.

Looking at the colossal creature, comparable to a heavy truck from his previous life, Wang Jingyu guessed that its threat while charging at full speed was probably no less than that of a real truck.

If it hit him head-on, he would be lucky not to die or lose a layer of skin. Thinking this, "Wang Jingyu" cast an Illusion Technique on the Crocodile Dragon's eyes.

At the same time, he tapped the ground several times with his toes and retreated backward.

In the Crocodile Dragon's eyes, "Wang Jingyu" suddenly vanished. In the next instant, he appeared on the left side of its body.

Though it had no idea how "Wang Jingyu," with his weak strength, could accomplish such a thing,

the agonizing pain from its slashed body and the burning caused by Lieyan's flames made its eyes redden. It swore that it would kill this weak human.

Just as it charged up to "Wang Jingyu," his figure vanished once more. The enraged Crocodile Dragon slammed into a tree so wide that four people would have needed to link arms to encircle it.

Under such a violent impact, countless leaves were shaken from its branches, while the bird Spirit Beasts nesting in the tree scattered in terror.

Even with the Crocodile Dragon's hard head, it could not withstand such a ferocious collision. A wave of dizziness immediately overwhelmed it.

But that was nothing. As long as it could kill the weak human who had humiliated it, it would be enough.

It shook its head in a human-like manner and tried to find the weak human, but failed. In its fury, it could only roar at the sky.

"Roar..."

Yet in the next instant, it discovered that the weak human had appeared beside its cave. Having been toyed with like this, the Crocodile Dragon once again charged at him like a mad beast.

"Boom..." The Crocodile Dragon missed again, crashing solidly into a massive boulder protruding from the mountainside beside the cave. The boulder shattered on impact.

Already dizzy from crashing into the tree, the Crocodile Dragon completely lost its spirit this time and fell straight to the ground.

Bibi Dong looked at the Crocodile Dragon, which had collapsed after its frenzied rampage, with an expression as though she had seen a ghost. Was this the Illusion Technique he was skilled at?

"Jingyu, what did you do to the Crocodile Dragon? Why did it seem to go mad and crash into the tree and boulder?"

Curiosity filled Bibi Dong's heart, and she impatiently asked.

Wang Jingyu had long since hidden his Three Tomoe Sharingan. He shrugged, tilted his head with an innocent look, and replied,

"I don't know either. Maybe there's something wrong with its brain. It's good that it knocked itself out; I can save some effort and absorb its Soul Ring directly."

Holding the Crimson Firmament Sword, Wang Jingyu slowly walked toward the unconscious Crocodile Dragon.

He raised the sword, aimed at its eye, and drove the tip into its brain.

No matter how powerful a Spirit Beast was, even a hundred-thousand-year or million-year Spirit Beast, its eyes were its greatest weakness.

Wang Jingyu viciously stirred the sword tip around inside its eye without a shred of martial honor. Before long, the Crocodile Dragon kicked the bucket and went to join its ancestors.

"Hehe, done. This young master can absorb its Soul Ring now. Dong'er, please stand guard for me."

Wang Jingyu looked at Bibi Dong with complete trust, then sat cross-legged and entered meditation.

Having absorbed a Soul Ring hunted in the wild once before, he was much more familiar with the process this second time.

With the Sharingan's assistance, the resentment left behind after the Spirit Beast's death could not cause any real trouble at all.

In less than twenty minutes, this Soul Ring became Wang Jingyu's third Soul Ring. Its soul skill was called Mad Dragon Battle Ward.

It was a defensive soul skill that covered Wang Jingyu's entire body in dense scales, greatly increasing both his physical and magical defenses.

Although it did not have the many spikes of Bibi Dong's Fourth Soul Skill, which could injure attackers, its defensive power far surpassed her Fourth Soul Skill.

Furthermore, this Soul Ring granted a permanent forty percent increase in strength. Even when Wang Jingyu was not using his martial soul, this strength boost remained.

At this moment, Wang Jingyu's muscles seemed ready to burst, and the clothes he wore had been completely torn apart. When he lightly clenched his fist, a series of crisp crackling sounds came from his knuckles.

With his current pure physical strength, throwing a punch with a thousand jin of force would probably not be a problem.

"Not bad, not bad... As expected of an 8,900-year Soul Ring. It's quite powerful."

Wang Jingyu wore a satisfied expression, while Bibi Dong curled her lips in displeasure.

"Idiot, isn't that obvious? Your third Soul Ring is already 8,900 years old. Won't your fourth Soul Ring directly break through ten thousand years?

"You really are a freak. If my teacher learned that someone like you existed in this world,

I probably wouldn't get to remain the Saintess. Under threats and inducements, you would be brought into Spirit Hall as the Holy Son."

"Uh, I'm not interested in competing with you for the position of Holy Son or Saintess. As for your teacher..."

Wang Jingyu realized that continuing would likely reveal secrets of heaven, so he did not continue. Still, Bibi Dong could roughly guess what he had wanted to say.

Just then, they heard the rustling of leaves and the voices of many people talking not far away.

"That dragon roar came from this direction. If I'm not mistaken, the owner of that roar isn't a true dragon, but a Sub-Dragon Spirit Beast."

"That roar was nothing like the weak roar of an ordinary thousand-year Spirit Beast. It probably has at least seven or eight thousand years of cultivation."

"If it merely has seven or eight thousand years of cultivation, that would be nothing. But with that trace of Dragon Bloodline in its body, it is likely even more formidable than many ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts."