These were his life-bound magic treasure, the Poison Flood Dragon Scissors, which he had nurtured for a century. Countless cultivators at his level had died to this attack.
Facing the black flood dragon phantom hurtling toward him,
Chen Lin remained expressionless. He spread the fingers of his right hand slightly and slapped the black flood dragon across its head.
The movement looked utterly casual.
Bam!
An exceptionally deep boom erupted within Black Wind Valley.
The hundred-zhang black flood dragon Lei Xiao took such pride in seemed to strike an unshakable Primordial Divine Mountain the instant it touched Chen Lin's palm. Under the absolute suppression of the true dragon Dao laws, the phantom shattered inch by inch before it could even scream.
Crack.
Chen Lin seized the physical Poison Flood Dragon Scissors hidden within the phantom. His fingers tightened, and the supreme-grade magic treasure snapped in two, falling to the ground like scrap iron.
"Pfft!" With his magic treasure destroyed, Lei Xiao suffered a severe backlash. He spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
A deathly silence fell.
The twelve members of the Black Flood Dragon Squad froze with their magic treasures raised, staring at Chen Lin as though they had seen a ghost.
He had crushed a late Void Refinement cultivator's life-bound magic treasure with his bare hand?!
Was that something a human could do?
"You... what kind of monster are you..." Lei Xiao stared in terror at Chen Lin as he approached step by step, scrambling backward. His former arrogance had been utterly shattered.
"I already told you back in the mining area." Chen Lin stopped before him and looked down at him as though he were already dead.
"Don't dirty my courtyard."
Chen Lin raised his foot and, without the slightest hesitation, stomped hard on