Bang bang bang!
With Lu Ping’s fierce palm strike, the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon crashed down onto the ground, raising a large cloud of dust, causing all the nearby reeds to wilt, and the surrounding ice sculptures to crack widely.
Rumble rumble.
It twisted its body on the ground, moving violently, trying to stand back up.
Lu Ping would certainly not give it this chance.
"Suppress!"
Lu Ping spat out the word like ice, continuing to use the Great Five Elents Celestial Profound Hand, his palm reaching forward.
The Five Elents Power circulated, continuously absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, gathering it onto his palm.
Visibly, Lu Ping’s palm beca multicolored and exceptionally dazzling, exuding a strong Golden Core Stage aura, catching the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s attention, revealing a look of caution in its eyes.
The Great Five Elents Celestial Profound Hand, this cultivation technique, Lu Ping had long mastered to perfection, able to perform it at any ti.
As the cultivation technique brewed to its peak, Lu Ping’s hand struck out, the multicolored palm piercing through the air, heading straight towards the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon.
This palm strike was executed with Lu Ping’s full effort, its power unfettered, its might astonishing, dazzling in the air.
Without waiting for the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon to react, the huge palm surged forth, striking against the opponent with a loud bang.
The force of this strike was even stronger, its explosive power highly concentrated, shaking the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon, and making it howl in pain, large scales scattering, clattering loudly.
This attack caused significant damage to the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon.
It forced its unsteady body to have another close encounter with the ground, painfully rolling a few tis, its eyes turned blood red, roaring to seek revenge against Lu Ping.
Besides its innate divine techniques, the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon also possessed a poisonous fog attack known as Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog, a massive range toxin attack.
Now enraged by Lu Ping, bleeding, the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon beca frantic, completely losing its reason, not bothering to transform into human form, swinging its massive tail squarely at Lu Ping with its size advantage.
Such an attack was nothing more than child’s play in Lu Ping’s view.
"Such petty trickery, can it affect ?"
He moved swiftly in retreat, in an instant moving over ten feet, easily dodging the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s tail swing.
Not only that, Lu Ping once again perford the Great Five Elents Celestial Profound Hand.
A large palm whooshed out, with another bang, soundly slapping the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s body, scattering a large swath of scales.
Hiss hiss hiss!
The Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon grew more pained, growling towards Lu Ping disregard of danger.
Its blood-sared mouth opened wide, releasing a torrent of black fog from its poisonous pouch, surging forth like thick smoke, sweeping towards Lu Ping.
The intense poisonous fog enveloped the area, vast in reach, covering six or seven feet, truly substantial.
Such Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog was extrely toxic.
Once it contacted a cultivator’s skin or face, it would pose a deadly threat, causing the cultivator to fall instantly, being corroded into a pool of murky water.
Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator would be affected by this poison, corroding their flesh, avoiding any contact with such poisonous fog.
The poison fog spread quickly, almost as if alive, advancing with rolled-up ferocity towards Lu Ping.
Lu Ping’s expression remained unchanged, recognizing the demon beast as the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon, aware of its poisonous fog attack, wouldn’t dare to be careless.
Years ago, assisting the Mist Concealnt Sect Elder in the Xingluo Island battle, he experienced the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s poison firsthand, witnessing several Foundation Establishnt Cultivators disintegrate into the dense water, falling under such poisonous fog.
He did not intend to be poisoned to death here, as the opportunity had yet to co.
At a critical mont, Lu Ping waved his large sleeve, performing the Qiankun Sleeve Divine Techniques once more.
Accompanying the great sleeve sweep into the air, with a swoosh, a giant sleeve appeared in the void, carrying a mountain-toppling montum, eting the incoming Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog.
Presented as black, like thick smoke, the Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog without a pungent sll, contained black liquid-like matter.
These liquid-like matters were so creatures killed by the Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog, transford into thick water and later collected into the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s poisonous pouch.
The source of the Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog relied on these creatures’ transford water as raw material, truly eerie and complex.
The force of the sweeping giant sleeve affected the incoming poison fog at the next mont, sweeping into the sleeve with a whoosh.
Lu Ping’s Qiankun Sleeve, this material was not simple, made with top-tier refining materials, costing Lu Ping several years.
Complete forging of Qiankun Sleeve not only greatly enhanced Lu Ping’s combat power but also beca one of Lu Ping’s secret weapons.
Once the Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog was swept into the Qiankun Sleeve, no matter how strong its corrosive power, it could not harm the Qiankun Sleeve itself.
Moreover, within the Qiankun Sleeve, there was a suppressive effect, able to restrain the Ink Flood Dragon Poison Fog.
However, Lu Ping had no intention of collecting these poison fogs.
Standing in the air, he waved his right hand forward, the sleeve swung open again.
Only heard the whoosh sound.
Within the expansive sleeve, those poison fogs under Lu Ping’s control poured from the sleeve, surging towards the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon.
This strike was to turn the foe’s tactics against themselves.
The Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon clearly did not expect Lu Ping could not only neutralize its attack but also utilize it for his purpose, returning it.
This was the first ti it encountered its poison fog attack, appearing flustered, moving clumsily, instinctively dodging backward.
It quickly opened its mouth, spitting out a surge of demonic power, forming a magical barrier in front, securely protecting itself.
The demonic power barrier spanning over ten feet in size, round in shape, appeared erald green, protecting the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon.
Whoosh.
The poisonous fog whooshed out, imdiately striking the Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s forefront, blocked by the erald green magical barrier, dispersing poison fog around.
Handling these poison fogs, Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon faced for the first ti.
Luckily, relying on the magical barrier, successfully blocked these poison fog.
It seed sowhat prideful, withdrew the magical shield in front, preparing to unleash a frenzied attack on Lu Ping with the silver horn’s beam.
Curiously, up till now in the battle, it chose not to change into human form, maintaining its original appearance.
Rumble rumble.
Seeing Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon defend against the attack, Lu Ping’s expression shifted, slowly retracting the sleeve.
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