Nether Flame Dragon

Lin Yao nodded upon hearing this, then bowed slightly to the Titled Douluo and said, "Many thanks for your guidance, Senior."

The Titled Douluo returned the salute earnestly, then said to Lin Yao in a gentle tone, "You are too polite, Your Highness. As a prince personally decreed by His Majesty, you naturally have the authority to command this old man to act on your behalf."

Lin Yao nodded. The Titled Douluo sounded courteous, but in reality, the so-called authority to command a Titled Douluo was restricted: he could not act against the Emperor's orders, could not arbitrarily lead men away from their garrison, and could not disrupt other military systems belonging to the Douling Empire.

For a Spirit Master prince like Lin Yao, this clause was almost meaningless. He was not the type of spoiled brat who went around shouting orders in the streets, so he had no use for such a restrictive bodyguard to put on a show for him.

However, having a Titled Douluo help with reconnaissance at this moment could certainly save a lot of trouble.

Lin Yao and Ye Guyi walked in the direction the Titled Douluo had indicated, while the Titled Douluo once again hid in the shadows, out of their direct line of sight, quietly observing their movements.

Lin Yao and Ye Guyi no longer paid attention to the Titled Douluo's position; the fact that he had revealed himself once was enough to tell them to proceed with confidence, confirming he was indeed nearby and not slacking off.

After walking a few dozen meters, Lin Yao and Ye Guyi soon spotted the sub-dragon the Titled Douluo had pointed out.

It was a small, jet-black dragon. Although its stature was relatively petite, its eyes gleamed with a ferocity even more intense than the thousand-year spirit beasts in the outer zone, and one could faintly sense a deterrent pressure radiating from it toward the surrounding spirit beasts.

It could be considered a standard ten-thousand-year spirit beast.

Ye Guyi nodded at Lin Yao and said, "This spirit beast is indeed excellent. I can feel that my Holy Angel Martial Soul can effectively suppress it and restrict its power. What do you think? Shall we go with this one?"

Lin Yao examined the spirit beast and nodded. The creature looked somewhat like a miniature Tyrannosaurus Rex, with a pair of wings folded against its back, suggesting it possessed the ability to fly.

"If we can restrict its flight, it will be easy to handle." Whether Lin Yao was speaking to Ye Guyi or sending a message to the Titled Douluo in the shadows, he didn't specify, but after saying this, he manifested his Martial Soul.

After taking two steps, Lin Yao activated Dragon Transformation. This skill allowed him to transform one additional body part for every spirit ring he possessed. Now at the third-ring, level forty stage, both his arms and his chest were already transformed into dragon-like forms.

Bending his legs slightly, Lin Yao leaped toward the small black dragon, instantly appearing before it.

The little dragon had been resting in its nest, and the sudden appearance of a creature also radiating dragon-like aura startled it. The dragon reflexively jumped backward, its wings snapping open as it prepared to take to the sky.

Lin Yao also activated his wings, soaring into the air before the little dragon could, and clamped his arms tightly onto its shoulders.

The little dragon felt the pain and immediately clawed at the dragon-transformed section of Lin Yao's chest.

The transformed area was covered in the scales of the Ender Dragon, and as the dragon's claws struck, sparks flew in mid-air.

Ye Guyi made her move at this moment. Her golden Holy Angel Martial Soul manifested, and the sacred light instantly shone upon the little dragon, forcing it to close its eyes against the glare.

This black sub-dragon spirit beast seemed to be a nocturnal creature by nature; otherwise, it wouldn't have been sleeping in its nest in the middle of the day.

Daytime was an unfavorable environment for it, and with the Holy Angel Martial Soul suppressing the dark attribute within its body, it couldn't even maintain stable flight and began to plummet.

Lin Yao brought the little black dragon down to the ground, released his grip, and slammed a punch into its abdomen.

The little black dragon stumbled back, and its throat began to heave.

"Watch out!" Ye Guyi sensed something was wrong and shouted a sharp warning to Lin Yao.

The moment she spoke, the little black dragon spat out a stream of ghostly blue flames, aimed directly at Lin Yao.

Lin Yao dodged to the side, but the dragon's flames followed the movement of its head, engulfing his entire arm.

Just as Ye Guyi was about to intervene in her anxiety, she was surprised to see that there was no expression of pain on Lin Yao's face. Lin Yao then shook his arm free from the dragon breath, kicked off the ground, and used the gliding force of his wings to rush back in front of the dragon.

The dragon clearly hadn't expected Lin Yao to have such strong resistance to its dragon breath. It turned to flee, but Lin Yao didn't give it the chance, fiercely unleashing his second spirit skill.

Purple spirit power condensed on Lin Yao's dragon claws, enlarging them several times over, before they descended with an unstoppable force.

Facing the massive claws, the little black dragon had no power to resist and was instantly overwhelmed by the sheer force of the attack.

A pale black spirit ring floated above the dragon; clearly, this was a young sub-dragon that had only just entered the ten-thousand-year level.

Seeing this, Ye Guyi breathed a sigh of relief. She retracted her Holy Angel Martial Soul, walked over to Lin Yao, and said, "I didn't expect your strength to be this formidable now. You took down a ten-thousand-year spirit beast with almost no loss of spirit power."

Lin Yao waved his hand, shaking off the ghostly blue dragon flames still clinging to his arm, and said, "It was just a spirit beast that had barely reached the ten-thousand-year mark. Plus, its power was suppressed by you, and it was supposed to be sleeping."

After saying this, Lin Yao didn't say anything more. He sat cross-legged and began to absorb the pale black ten-thousand-year spirit ring.

As soon as the black ring made contact with his Ender Dragon Martial Soul, Lin Yao felt the scene before him shift, and he was instantly transported to a pitch-black void.

Just as Lin Yao was surveying his surroundings, a pair of scarlet eyes opened in mid-air. The malice in those eyes was almost tangible, as if it intended to drown him.

Lin Yao gave a disdainful smile. Seeing this, he understood: it was the remnant soul of the little dragon attempting an invasion.

"You weren't a match for me when you were alive, and now that you're dead, you dare to try and trouble me? You really don't know your place..."