Ye Lingling's Mom!

A sudden, abrupt roar instantly seized Liu Erlong's attention.

Her figure flashed, and within a few breaths, she had swept to the upper reaches of the stream.

Not far away, a boom erupted as a ball of fire exploded amidst the woods.

Several figures were violently sent flying by the flames and the shockwave, crashing onto the gravel beach where they twitched twice before falling still.

Liu Erlong narrowed her eyes and took a closer look; their uniforms were somewhat familiar—the Black Wolf Mercenary Group, she had seen them before.

The leader, their captain, was a level fifty-five Battle Soul King, barely considered a person of note in the Heaven Dou City mercenary circles.

But at this moment, the armor on the captain's body was shattered, and he was embedded into a massive boulder.

A gaping hole had been torn through his chest, and blood mixed with viscera pooled on the ground; he had already ceased to breathe.

A level fifty-five Battle Soul King, as if something had forcefully punched straight through his body.

She raised her gaze to see that at the edge of the forest clearing, a giant beast covered in dark golden scales was pacing forward with a low growl.

Its body length exceeded six meters, its limbs were as thick as iron pillars, and the edges of every scale were wreathed in golden flames.

With every step it took, a scorched claw print was left behind on the ground.

Twenty thousand years—a Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon.

In front of the dragon beast, a young girl was retreating in a panic, her face full of terror.

Her dress was in a sorry state, shredded by the brush, but that face—

Jiang Ce let out a soft sound of surprise in his mind.

Was that face not Ye Lingling?

But at this point in time, Ye Lingling wasn't even a fetus yet.

He rapidly scanned the timeline and character roster of the Douluo Continent, his brows arching slightly.

Then it could only be her mother.

The Nine-Heart Begonia, passed down through a single line of the Ye Clan, was rumored to be cursed by the gods, with at most two spirit masters possessing the martial soul in any single generation.

No matter how many spirit rings were added to this martial soul, it only ever had one skill—

Area-of-effect group healing.

He himself possessed a super healing ability, making this wet nurse seem a bit redundant, but he then had a change of thought: this martial soul had a flaw.

What if that flaw were broken by the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?

Just like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which could only ever attach seven spirit rings in a lifetime and could never break through level seventy-nine.

After consuming an immortal herb and evolving into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, one could cultivate to the Title Douluo rank and attach nine spirit rings.

If the Nine-Heart Begonia broke its limitations, would it also unlock more skills?

In any case, he intended to cultivate Liu Erlong, and with the newly acquired fission skill, was this not all for the sake of having more mounts and nurturing more inheritors of godhood?

The one before his eyes would be perfect for inheriting the godhood of the Goddess of Nine Colors.

He then thought of the resurrection fusion spirit skill of Ning Rongrong and Oscar, and another system immediately popped into his mind—

The female Crusader from DNF, integrating resurrection, purification, and multiple buff effects into one.

If the evolved Nine-Heart Begonia could break the single-skill limitation and specialize in providing those noble percentage-based buff effects, then the combat power of Liu Erlong and his future female mounts could increase several times over.

This wet nurse would no longer be an ordinary wet nurse.

Meanwhile, Ye Yingling looked at the slowly encroaching Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon, her face full of fear.

She had cultivated to level twenty and wanted to find a mercenary group to help her hunt a suitable spirit beast to obtain a spirit ring; she never imagined she would run into such a monster.

The Black Wolf Mercenary Group's eight Spirit Ancestors and one Spirit King hadn't even lasted three rounds against this twenty-thousand-year Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon.

The captain's full-force strike had landed on the dragon beast's scales, but that layer of golden-flamed armor hadn't even left a white mark; instead, the scorching shockwave of the recoil had blasted the captain away.

Thud, thud, thud.

The Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon took another step forward.

Its massive dragon head lowered, staring fixedly at Ye Yingling, and golden flames began to gather within its open maw.

It was over; she couldn't escape.

Ye Yingling was so terrified she couldn't move.

Suddenly, a black shadow descended from the sky.

Ye Yingling saw a figure wrapped in a black bodysuit land directly in front of the dragon beast.

Behind that figure, a pair of dark red dragon wings unfurled abruptly, and three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—lit up beneath his feet as his right arm was covered in dragon-scale armor, his fist igniting with dark golden flames.

First soul skill: Tyrant Dragon Possession. Dragon scales emerged from beneath her skin, covering her entire body.

Second soul skill: Dragon Arm. Her entire right arm was encased in dragon scale armor, and flames ignited at her knuckles.

Third soul skill: Dragon Flame Blood Burn. All attributes doubled.

The external soul bone Red Flame Dragon Wings lit up simultaneously, activating Dragon Wing Enhancement, doubling all attributes once again.

The five-fold amplification from the venom stacked on top of the two layers of soul skill doubling.

That figure stomped her foot, and her right fist slammed out violently.

A terrifying boom exploded. The Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon was struck by something invisible, its entire dragon head tilting to one side—

The dragon breath that had been gathering was smashed back into its throat before it could even be unleashed.

Flames erupted from its nostrils and between its teeth. The massive dragon body slid sideways three or four steps before barely stabilizing, plowing several charred furrows into the ground.

Ye Yingling's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.

This twenty-thousand-year dragon beast had been knocked off balance by a single punch?

She stared at the two yellow and one purple soul rings beneath the feet of the figure in the black bodysuit, unable to process the sight for a long time—

A three-ringed Battle Soul Grandmaster, how could this be possible?

The figure in the black bodysuit did not wait for the dragon beast to steady itself. A long black blade materialized in her right hand out of thin air; she leaped into the air and stabbed it viciously into the dragon beast's eye.

With a squelch, blood splattered everywhere. The Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon let out a painful roar, its entire body rearing up as its front claws thrashed wildly in the air.

But the figure had already vanished.

The next second, Ye Yingling was scooped up by the waist by an arm. The sound of wind rushed into her ears.

She was carried away from the spot and landed on a towering rock in the distance.

The girl in the black bodysuit released her, dropped a "Stay here and don't move," and flapped her dragon wings to fly back.

The Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon was completely insane now.

The excruciating pain of its eye being pierced stripped away all its reason. It sprayed flames wildly from its nostrils and mouth simultaneously.

It caught the scent of the one who had stabbed it. It lowered its head, its four hooves dug into the ground, and golden flames ignited on its dragon horns.

Golden Flame Dragon Horn Thrust.

Its massive body, like a burning battering ram, charged madly toward Liu Erlong, shattering every towering tree and boulder in its path.

Liu Erlong spread the dragon wings on her back and flickered lightly, letting the crazed dragon beast charge past her.

The moment the dragon beast brushed past, she slammed a punch into its other intact eye.

With a thunderous boom, the Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon let out a painful roar.

Its entire body was knocked off balance by the punch, unable to maintain its momentum, and it crashed straight forward.

It plowed a deep pit into the mountain forest, sending gravel and dust flying everywhere.

On the mountain rock, Ye Yingling's mouth was open to its limit.

A three-ringed Soul Grandmaster had physically knocked a twenty-thousand-year dragon beast off balance.

Was this person a monster?

The Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon scrambled to its feet, its remaining eye blinking repeatedly—thankfully it hadn't been shattered by the punch, but it was even more enraged.

It spun in place, its thick dragon tail sweeping wildly toward Liu Erlong, wreathed in golden flames.

Dragon Tail Spin Sweep.

Liu Erlong flapped her wings and leaped into mid-air, dodging the tail whip while diving down from above.

Her right fist, wrapped in dark golden flames, rained a flurry of mad blows onto the dragon beast's head.

Each punch connected with flesh, scales flew, and the dragon beast dropped to all four knees. The sound of clashing metal echoed through the forest.

Dents were hammered into its hard cranial armor, and blood flowed in pools through the gaps in its scales.

The Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon roared in fury, its thick limbs kicking the ground hard.

It flipped its entire body backward, attempting to crush Liu Erlong beneath it.

Liu Erlong leaped away and landed a short distance off, her eyes filled with eagerness.

Ever since Jiang Ce evolved, her physical constitution had skyrocketed once again.

She killed ordinary soul beasts in a single strike, lacking the thrill of a raw physical confrontation.

"Come on! Come over here! This lady is right here, you beast—come on!"

She extended her hand and hooked her finger at the Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon in provocation, her face full of disdain.