The Black Dragon has entered a near-death state.
Chen Feng was certain that the sub-divine artifact had pierced through the opponent’s skull, even causing the brain matter to boil. This was undoubtedly a cruel way to die, but Chen Feng had no other choice; faced with such a beast, he must give his all.
The demon’s face was sowhat grim.
When the blade had just penetrated the Black Dragon’s body, a splash of fresh blood spattered onto his cheek, and imdiately, a burning sensation coursed through Chen Feng’s senses.
No.
It wasn’t just burning; to be precise, it was a strong corrosive feeling.
The skin slowly began to fester, but the energy within his body was working defensively, trying to ward off the attack of the Black Dragon’s energy. Before long, new tissue grew over his body, and the Black Dragon’s blood plasma vanished.
Even more horrifying is that this was not the end, but rely the beginning.
"Thump..."
At this mont, the Black Dragon’s body suddenly moved; it seed reluctant to die here, its broad tail ceaselessly striking the nearby bone columns.
Chen Feng felt slightly surprised; he hadn’t expected the Black Dragon’s vitality to be so formidable, even after such a serious injury, it was still impossible to kill it.
Dragons are undoubtedly one of the creatures most favored by the heavens.
Aside from their astounding magic attack and formidable defense, their extraordinarily strong vitality is also one of their trump cards; they even possess so regenerative abilities, and in case of limb loss, even without relying on healing magic, they could recover with ti.
Just like now, if Chen Feng were to let the Black Dragon go, it could lie dormant for decades, even over a century, and possibly return to normal.
Enviable.
But the Black Dragon’s struggle is completely aningless; at this mont, the Black Dragon is like a little beast with its limbs bound, no matter how it struggles, it cannot escape the hunter’s deadly grasp.
Chen Feng gripped the sword’s hilt with both hands, exerting force with his arms, and slashed forward horizontally!
"Squelch!"
An astonishing wound appeared on the Black Dragon’s head, and at the sa ti, a large amount of hot blood sprayed over Chen Feng.
—Dragon Blood Baptism!
Having endured baptisms from the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, Chen Feng was already accustod to the process, but because of the different abilities he mastered, when the blood plasma appeared on his body, it still brought so pain.
Not everyone can be a dragon-slaying warrior, and bathing in dragon blood is not as simple as legend describes.
The blood plasma is filled with the dragon’s entire energy; a common person standing there could be corroded into a puddle of flesh within seconds.
This is not alarmist talk; it’s not wrong to want to beco stronger, but the premise is that one must be able to endure this energy infusion.
Waves of scorching energy were flowing through Chen Feng’s body.
But this was not the end.
Chen Feng thrust downward and, nearing the Black Dragon’s heart area, drew out the blade and fiercely stabbed toward the heart, imdiately, a large amount of blood plasma flowed out.
About a ton of blood plasma drenched over Chen Feng; he exhausted his last strength to throw away the sub-divine artifact and then dove into the energy absorption.
He felt very hot!
So hot, it felt as if he were roasting over a fire!
This scorching pain even made Chen Feng’s will struggle; he couldn’t help but let out painful moans, half-kneeling on the ground, trembling relentlessly. His body was burning with flas, which were true flas but of pitch-black color.
The energy from the Black Dragon’s body, this black fla seed impossible to extinguish, burning on Chen Feng’s body. His breath kept declining, and his skin, as if doused with boiling hot oil, corroded rapidly, while on the other side, the energy within him was also being stimulated.
Destruction and rebirth, endlessly playing out on Chen Feng’s body.
Every dragon blood baptism is akin to a rebirth.
In this hazy state, fragnts of mories seed to appear in Chen Feng’s mind: a tiny young dragon living in a perilous swamp, where many creatures lived—a ten-ter-long giant python, five-ter-tall apes, all common beings. The young dragon had faced several crises but erged unhard.
Ti flew by; the once young dragon beca the king of the swamp, its might expanding indefinitely, so much so that everything around beca its food. Upon its arrival, those seemingly terrifying creatures huddled together, shivering, devoid of any resistance.
It greatly enjoyed this feeling of conquest; year after year passed thus, it never encountered any enemies. All things seed to serve it as a king, inflating its confidence boundlessly, habitually viewing everything as ants.
In the final mont of those mories, it felt a surge of fear, a distant recollection from when it was first born, one of the few tis it experienced such emotion.
It tried to retaliate, but everything abruptly stopped, and with a clear sharp pain, Chen Feng awoke from the mory.
Chen Feng killed the Black Dragon.
Not just the body, even the soul was completely obliterated, consud as nourishnt into his own body.
Chen Feng slowly stood up, now looking like he had suffered a tenth degree burn, his appearance was almost completely unrecognizable.
However, the aura he exuded was incredibly formidable!
Successfully slaying the dragon had pushed his energy and spirit to a peak state, with a feeling akin to ’ten years hiding a sword, drawing it only in one mont,’ the burnt visage in no way diminished his presence, instead making him even more dangerous, even more lethal!
This aura.
In the eyes of outsiders, it was terrifying and eerie; he was no longer a re Demon, but a vengeful ghost crawling out of Hell, eliciting rejection and fear instinctively!
But to the Summoned Beast, it brought a unique sense of security.
Flora’s eyes were sowhat dazed, her body slightly feverish. The moral constraints people often spoke of were just bravado from those never tested. Only by experiencing it could one appreciate its wonder.
The Master of Fist had fallen.
Flora felt herself drifting further from the teachings of the Master of Fist, that ascetic-like order which preached endurance and abstinence, yet Flora had long abandoned those teachings, which did not affect her strength at all.
Much like a Devil seducing an Angel into a fall, bereft of its pure radiance, the Angel instead grew stronger. The sa can be said for humans; without moral restraints, they unquestionably beco a terrifying beast.
Flora was enamored with the sense of security exuded by Chen Feng, a feeling that nothing would ever be a problem as long as Chen Feng stood before her.
Just like countless battles before, as long as Chen Feng was giving commands, they would be invincible; be it Gold or Legendary opponents, they would ultimately fall, lifeless.
Won are emotional.
Even the strongest woman has her vulnerable monts, desiring dependency and assistance in tis of hardship, but life’s hardships had buried Flora’s girlish emotions, pushing her to arm herself, even becoming a Master of Fist.
Yet now...
Chen Feng’s arrival undoubtedly satisfied the weakest part of her heart.
Gazing at Chen Feng’s muscular form, Flora’s legs felt slightly weak. She found her support and filled the weakest recess of her mind. At this mont, her body was soft, but her spirit was imnsely strong!
"Phew..."
At that mont, a whistling sound ca from above, followed by a giant shadow casting upon everyone.
The White Dragon and the Inferior Demon.
To prevent accidents, Chen Feng had placed the Inferior Demon to the side, intending to deliver a fatal blow if the Black Dragon attempted to flee.
Now, with the Black Dragon dead, the White Dragon’s task was no longer necessary. Urged by the Inferior Demon, it imdiately ca to its master’s side.
At about five ters high, the Inferior Demon leapt down, flapping its wings and imdiately embraced Chen Feng tightly.
Being unable to fight alongside its master was a painful wait.
The young girl’s face showed so human-like concern, having clearly been paying attention to the battlefield’s developnts.
Li Linhua was completely petrified; in this short ti, her spirit had been severely traumatized. Anyone picked from them could rule Quanzhou, yet all were associated with Chen Feng.
At this mont, she wholly let go of her inner grudges, deciding to unconditionally support Chen Feng, for only then could she live better in this apocalypse.
The Ogre stood trembling to the side, their backbone broken with the death of Man’er the Shaman. Moreover, with the demise of the Giant Dragon, they lost their final protection, becoming fish on the cutting board, ready to be slaughtered.
Chen Feng approached the Ogre, his body still racked with pain, but the power within was slowly nding his eroded flesh, making his appearance rough and sunken, yet imposing to the Ogre.
"Submit or die."
Chen Feng issued his final ultimatum.
The Ogre raised its head in surprise, seemingly astonished at understanding the human language, but in the next second, upon seeing Chen Feng’s icy gaze, all courage in its heart evaporated in an instant.
Aside from a small number of loyalists who were killed on the spot, a total of over two hundred Ogres chose to surrender, destined to be slaves sent to Order, their three-ter-tall fras undoubtedly perfect for hard labor.
The first batch of Aliens working in Order had already gained formal resident status, especially the [Gray Wolf], as the leader of the Dinsional Life, not only becoming a practitioner due to his energy but also marrying a Dark Elf recently, undoubtedly becoming a life winner.
Instantly, the other beca a role model for thousands of Dinsional Life forms. Hence, to gain a formal status in Order, these beings willingly threw themselves into its construction.
Therefore, if these Ogres could abandon their inner prejudices and work hard for Chen Feng, who knows, they might start a brand new life!
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