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"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.

Aohan looked at the Sorrow Spirit Sword that was pressed against the tip of his spear, then looked at the other Nine Ice Sword that was protecting Hong Ling, a strange light flashing across his eyes. He had never seen such a powerful Earth-ranked magic tool. Not only could it transform and split, it could also change into a large and small one. This was truly something that others drooled over. However, this longsword was clearly a lifeblood tool. Unless the host took the initiative to cut off the connection, it would be useless even if he snatched it away.

Roar, the two Flood Dragon heads behind Aohan roared, they suddenly rushed out and bit towards Hong Ling. With a thought from the youth, the two Sorrow Spirit s instantly grew in size and shot out, blocking the two fierce flood dragon heads. In the instant that the long sword and the dragon head clashed, a dragon tail suddenly came out from the water and struck towards Hong Ling. The youth casually waved his hand and another two long swords flew out. They directly pierced through the heavy scales the size of a bowl on the dragon's tail, nailing them to the bottom of the lake. Roar! Aohan roared, he used a secret technique to temporarily merge with the Black Jiao. This allowed him to transform his power, but the injury of the Black Jiao would also cause him to feel pain.

However, he could not stay here for too long. The people from the Dreamy Cloud City would very quickly sense the battle situation, so they had to finish this battle quickly. Hong Ling and the Black Flood Dragon had already reached the peak of their abilities, and they had no choice but to attack first. Standing on the surface of the water, he casually pointed in the air and tore open a spatial barrier. Then, he jumped in with the remaining four Sorrow Spirit s.

Aohan's spear broke apart the long sword that was in a stalemate with him, and the two dragon heads' mouths opened even wider, biting onto the other two swords with a 'kacha' sound. As for the gigantic sword that had nailed his tail to the bottom of the lake, with a thought, a wave of cold Demonic Power suffused from his tail. Crack! Crack! Crack! The two swords that had pierced the dragon's tail were instantly frozen. He swung his tail and with a loud bang, the two swords instantly turned into ice shards. Just as he was releasing his divine sense to search for Hong Ling's figure, a pitch-black sword light suddenly shot out from the space behind him, and ruthlessly pierced into his back.

Ao, a mournful wail came out of Aohan's mouth. He turned his head with much difficulty, and looked at the gigantic sword of the Sorrow Spirit that was almost able to pierce his chest. His eyes were filled with anger. Hong Ling grinned, raised his eyebrows, and soared to the sky, just in time to avoid the attacks of the two Flood Dragons. He had just escaped danger, when he immediately somersaulted down, holding onto a Sorrow Spirit with one hand, he fiercely flung him down.

Puchi, the indistinct sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh sounded out. Two gigantic dragon heads were pierced through by the Sorrow Spirit and nailed onto Aohan's back. A dark red flood dragon blood constantly flowed out from the corners of their mouths. They wanted to roar, but the longsword had already pierced through their throats, making it difficult for them to make a sound. Roar, Aohan screamed crazily. He never thought that after using the secret art, he would actually be suppressed by Hong Ling who had his bloodline awakened, into such a miserable state. Anger and a deep chill made him go crazy.

Bang! One dragon tail broke through the water and swept towards Hong Ling. However, Hong Ling did not use the Sorrow Spirit Sword that he had left. The youth casually condensed a dark golden Tianhuang Lightning Fire, extended his hand and grabbed towards the huge tail. Bang! The gigantic dragon tail was blocked by the violent lightning flames and Hong Ling's hand had already pierced into the flesh of the dragon tail. He stood in the air and pulled on the dragon's tail, and suddenly, as if he had sensed something, the Sorrow Spirit in his hands swung out fiercely, colliding ruthlessly with the long spear that Aohan had smashed towards him.

Clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out and a tyrannical shockwave pressed down on the lake water for half a foot. Hong Ling was forced to retreat, but as he pulled on the dragon tail, he quickly stabilized himself. Stepping into the air with his toes, he pulled on the draconic tail and flew up into the sky. He actually wanted to bring Aohan away from this water area that was corroded by Demonic Power.

Aohan roared out, and a wave of blood Qi surged up from his body. The Black Jiao which was originally merged with him, was separated out. In a flash, he ignored the Black Flood Dragon in the youth's hands and distanced himself from Hong Ling.

Right now, the Black Flood Dragon that Hong Ling was grabbing onto was on the verge of death. Even if it was a Demonic Beast at the early stage of the Void Refining Stage, it would still find it very difficult to survive under Hong Ling's barrage of attacks. Casually throwing the Black Flood Dragon into the sky, the youth flung out the Sorrow Spirit in his hand. With a "chi" sound, a rain of blood fell onto the surface of the lake. The Sorrow Spirit circled around the Black Jiao's body, continuously piercing back and forth. Very quickly, the huge dragon was sliced into thousands of pieces, leaving only a white skeleton behind, which heavily smashed into the lake.

"You actually dared to kill my Black Jiao!" Aohan looked at the Black Flood Dragon's corpse, his eyes filled with hatred. He never would have thought that, with his and the Black Flood Dragon's combined efforts, they would still be easily killed by Hong Ling, a great Flood Dragon that he had painstakingly subdued with great difficulty. Having lost the Flood Dragon, Aohan's fighting strength had decreased by at least 30%. In the eyes of the top experts, losing 30% of their fighting strength was already a death sentence!