C113 (1/2)
”As expected of the Human Clan genius who killed the third prince of the Beiming Peng Clan by himself. Hong Ling, judging from your performance just now, you are indeed stunning, I will take you seriously!” Aohan's tone became solemn for the first time; this youth's strength, was indeed enough to catch his attention. In his entire life, there had never been anyone who could jump levels to challenge him, and even force him into such a sorry state. Now, he wanted to use his strongest state to slaughter this brat that didn't know the limits of heaven and earth.
Hong Ling stood on the surface of the water, his entire body brimming with energy, as he stared at the serious face of Aohan and the Black Flood Dragon beneath his feet. To him, Aohan and the Black Jiao were not the main focus. The only thing he was worried about was whether Aohan had strong Dao Protectors as well. The teenager attempted to communicate with the Yanhuang Mirror's power of the Emperor's Mirror. Using this, he released his consciousness to the extreme and felt the auras in the surrounding space. After a long while, he stared at Aohan who was in front of him with a weird gaze, with a smile in his eyes.
It seemed that this proud son of the Flood Dragon Clan was truly overconfident. He clearly knew that he had killed Feng Chen, a supreme expert who had reached the Void Refinement realm, yet he still dared to come here alone. He truly did not know how to write the word ”die”. Hong Ling was not afraid of Aohan who came alone. Even if he had the confidence to defend against the sacred artifact, it was only confidence. The Yanhuang Mirror was not a Holy-ranked Artifact, but a genuine Destiny Decree from Hong Ling. Without batting an eyelid, he immediately activated the Authentic Qi in his body and adjusted its state to that of a half awake beast. Once Aohan used his last trump card, he wouldn't have to waste time and effort to awaken this Imperial Equipment. Instead, he would instantly unleash a thunder-like attack to completely destroy it.
”Brother Aohan, aren't you a little too confident? Treat me seriously? Don't you think that I was just testing you from the very beginning?! ” Hong Ling smiled slightly, then said: ”You demon clan have always respected bloodlines, brother Aohan, you have only risen up slightly, that's why you accepted the Black Jiao to make up for the lack of strength in your bloodlines!”
Aohan focused his gaze and stared at Hong Ling who was calmly looking at him. For some reason, a hint of unease flashed through his heart. He didn't know where the problem came from. In short, the feeling Hong Ling gave him was like a god that had seen through all of his secrets;
”Humph, words are useless. Today, you and I can only live on by ourselves. As for who lives and who dies, that will depend on your own strength and background!” Aohan shouted as he opened his palm and pressed his bloody palm against the Black Jiao's head. His blood slowly entered the black dragon's body. As time passed, the black glue slowly fused with him. Boom!! A tyrannical, peerless Demonic Power exploded on the surface of the lake as Aohan's body expanded to become thirty meters large. Standing on the surface of the water, he looked like a yaksha that was rumored to be patrolling the sea. His originally handsome face was now covered with pieces of Wyrm Dragon Scale. Behind him, there were two huge dragon heads roaring. One of the heads was submerged in water and was continuously releasing Demonic Power s, corroding the water.
Hong Ling's foot pointed the surface of the water as he rushed towards the enormous figure. On top of the Sorrow Spirit in his hand, a tyrannical lightning and fire sword beam condensed. Within the sword energy were strands of sword intent. As he approached Aohan, he kneeled down and leaped high into the air. Jiuzhuan Profound Technique gave birth to a majestic Qi, and when the Qi was channeled into the long sword, it congealed into a powerful Sword Qi. The young Authentic Qi trembled, and that thirty meter long sword aura slipped out of his hand, as it slashed towards Aohan who was below it.
Aohan stared at Hong Ling with his huge eyes. His main body did not move as a huge dragon head roared from behind him, spitting out a dense mass of ice and snow. Ka ka ka, the sword beam that Hong Ling had swung out was actually blocked by this tyrannical gust of wind, and was being worn away bit by bit. The pike in Aohan's hand was like a pillar that supported the heavens, aimed at the youth who was currently falling from the sky, and casually smashed downwards with the spear.
Hong Ling was just about to descend freely, he did not expect Aohan's spear to be so powerful, and with a boom, he smashed him into the lake. The youth's body was fiercely thrown into the mud at the bottom of the lake by the powerful force. Fortunately, he had protected himself with the Authentic Qi and was not injured by it. Boom! A majestic aura exploded at the bottom of the lake. The surface of the lake rose to form a huge arc of water. A human figure whose entire body was covered in lightning bolts broke through the surface of the water and floated in front of Aohan.
”Bloodline Power!” Aohan looked at the young man's figure, and his eyes flashed a look of surprise. This youth, who was just at the peak of the Spirit Refinement realm a moment ago, had actually broken through to the early stage of the Void Refinement Stage after awakening his own bloodline. However, Aohan did not care much about this matter. To him, no matter how strong Hong Ling was, it would be difficult for him to fight against him. Weng, the spear in his hand pierced into the lake, causing a terrifying wave of water to surge towards Hong Ling.
Hong Ling's eyes focused, the Sorrow Spirit who were originally submerged in the water hummed, and then split into two under the water, 10 swords breaking out of the water. Bang, one of the sword tips blocked the gigantic water pillar and released a majestic sword qi. It went along the water pillar and ruthlessly smashed into Aohan's spear tip, shattering the Demonic Power that controlled the water pillar. The nine swords in front of the youth hummed quietly, protecting him and shattering the Demonic Power that was about to arrive.