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"It's just a flood dragon. It's fine if you kill it, but do you have any objections?" Hong Ling was enveloped within the dark golden colored lightning. His eyes were filled with pride. "Do you believe that you will soon follow in the footsteps of the Black Flood Dragon?"

Aohan concentrated his gaze, staring straight at Hong Ling, the calmness in his eyes no longer present. After Hong Ling had Dragonformed, his fighting strength was simply too strong. Even the Black Jiao that he painstakingly subdued died miserably, so what could he rely on to defeat this youth? He stared at Hong Ling, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment. Without a doubt, with his tyrannical strength, Hong Ling had completely suppressed this proud Flood Dragon Clan cultivator, and completely eliminated all of his arrogance. However, the reason Aohan could grow to his current state was absolutely not because of his own pride.

"Good, good, good. It's been a long time since I've met such a powerful enemy. I almost forgot about the threat of death. Just what kind of feeling do I have?!" For some reason, a crazed smile appeared on Aohan's face. He was like a person whose mind was on the verge of collapse, slowly releasing his final bit of madness. He grinned at Hong Ling, and the killing intent in his eyes seemed to be real. "I want to see just what kind of confidence you have to be able to make me follow the Black Flood Dragon's footsteps in the face of absolute strength!"

Boom! A domineering and peerless pressure frantically rushed out from Aohan's body, almost stirring the water within a radius of five kilometers. He silently floated in the air. The lake water beneath his feet had been frozen into a pitch-black layer of ice. A dark, cold pearl of ice quietly floated behind him, continuously devouring the Spiritual Power that was everywhere in the void, turning into an icy cold Demonic Power. Aohan unceasingly guided the Demonic Power released by the ice pearl, sending it into his own meridians. His strength was rapidly rising. He instantly broke through the barrier of the "Void Refinement" realm and stepped into the "Void Refinement realm".

Hong Ling's gaze congealed, and stared unwaveringly at the ice pearl. For some reason, a trace of sorrow flashed deep within his soul. It was a cry that came from the blood of the dragon in his body. It was as if he had seen some sad past and it brought up the past.

"Dragon pearl, a real dragon pearl!" The calm heart of the youth started beating intensely in an instant. When he first devoured that Five-clawed Golden Dragon, he only devoured the dragon's flesh and soul, but he did not see the dragon's unique dragon pearl. And now, he actually encountered an extremely rare Ice and Snow Dragon Pearl in this place.

Each and every one of the dragon pearls contained the laws of a dragon's life, as well as the dragon clan's inheritance. Judging from its aura, this dragon pearl was not inferior to a sacred artifact in any way. In fact, Hong Ling could even sense that there were layers and layers of seals sealed within this dragon pearl. Aohan had only removed the outermost layer of shackles, yet he was able to unleash the power of this dragon pearl that was comparable to a saint artifact. If he could remove all of them, how powerful would he become?

"Hahaha, Hong Ling, how is it, are you shocked by the dragon pearl of the Primordial Flood Dragon in my hand!?" "Aohan stared at Hong Ling's gloomy and uncertain face, his eyes filled with madness. You didn't think that I would have such a powerful trump card, right? "Hahaha, this time, I want to see just how you'll fight me!"

He waved his hand and the dragon bead slowly flew into his forehead. Aohan's face was filled with pain, it was obvious that the power of this Dragon Pearl was too immense. With his current cultivation level, it was really hard for him to withstand the corrosive power. He groaned as he clenched his fists. His sharp nails dug into his flesh and blood, tearing out strands after strands of crimson blood. Abruptly, a strong wave of ice Demonic Power exploded from within his body, sending Hong Ling flying several hundred meters away.

"Refining the Void! Hehe, I want to see if you can kill Feng Chen, or me!"

Aohan casually waved his hand, and many sinister cracks instantly spread out on the frozen surface of the lake. His left hand pulled in the air and grabbed countless icicles from the cracks. This Unique Aristocrat of the Spirit Demon race had regained his arrogance and looked down upon the world. He flipped his palm, and swung his hand fiercely at Hong Ling. The icicles that he had been captured by the Demonic Power followed his flick, and shot towards Hong Ling at the same time.

On the surface of the ice, Hong Ling, who was using his own vast energy to constantly resist the impact of the Demonic Power felt a chill in his eyes. With a thought, the Sorrow Spirit split into two. Under the control of his will, the ten longswords surged with dark golden lightning and fire, interweaving to form a huge barrier that protected him within. He pressed a hand on the ice surface, attempting to use the Tianhuang Lightning Fire to disintegrate the Demonic Power under his feet, but it was all in vain. With the support of the Dragon Pearl Demonic Power, the current Aohan had already stepped into the Void Refinement realm for the time being. With Hong Ling's strength that had barely managed to break through into the Void Refinement Realm, it was simply impossible for him to destroy the Demonic Power beneath the surface of the ice.

Bang, bang, bang. Endless icicles continued to hit the barrier created by the sword formation, sending out waves of flame ripples. The Authentic Qi in Hong Ling's body was rapidly disappearing, using it to support the barrier's consumption of energy. However, he knew that it would be difficult for him to maintain his gigantic Authentic Qi damage output. Once his Authentic Qi was exhausted, then what awaited him would only be death. Just as he was about to move the Yanhuang Monarch Mirror s in his body, the barrier created by the Sorrow Spirit instantly shattered.

The icicles that covered the sky completely engulfed him. "Puchi!" The sound of flesh being torn apart could be heard. When all the snow and wind dispersed, it was unknown how many sharp icicles had been inserted into the youth's body. A pool of dark golden dragon blood flowed down from the countless wounds on Hong Ling's body. Cough! Cough! Cough! He couldn't stop coughing up blood. In the end, the youth still did not have time to awaken the Yanhuang Mirror and asked.

Aohan looked at Hong Ling's mangled body. He was obviously very excited. With a sinister smile on his face, he pressed his hand against the ice. Demonic Power s continuously flowed into his palm. Ka ka ka, each and every ice pillar carried him up against Hong Ling's back and slowly lifted him into the air. The sharp tip of the ice pierced through his Dragon Scale and stabbed into his flesh, severely injuring him. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his power was being frozen bit by bit.

A gust of wind and snow slowly converged under Aohan's feet, lifting him into the air. He controlled the snow wind and snow as he slowly arrived beside Hong Ling, and looked down arrogantly at the white-clothed youth who was currently covered in blood all over, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"How do you feel now, my dear Sir Hong Ling? The pleasure of death should be wonderful!" Aohan looked at Hong Ling's face which was gradually losing his Dragon Scale, extended a leg in disgust, and stomped down towards the youth's pale white face. However, what welcomed him was a dark golden sword aura piercing through the air. Aohan's expression changed. In a split-second, he kicked away the Sorrow Spirit, staring at it with great interest. His eyes were blazing with passion.

Weng, the Sorrow Spirit floated quietly in front of the young man, releasing waves after waves of majestic sword intent. Countless Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power were pulled by it, and sent into Hong Ling's broken body.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Hong Ling could not help but cough. As he coughed, his originally sluggish aura actually slowly became more tyrannical. The ice and snow that had surrounded him melted in an instant. The youth casually pulled out an icicle that was stuck in his chest and threw it on the ice with a bang. "He stared at Aohan, his eyes filled with coldness. Brother Aohan, do you know that I really hate people who want to step on my face?! "

Aohan's gaze focused as he looked at Hong Ling, who was currently standing up from the ice. From what he could sense, the Demonic Power s in Hong Ling's body that he had forcefully corroded with the power of the Dragon Pearl were being completely wiped out by an indescribable force. This was not what shocked him the most though. What he felt even more terrifying was that there seemed to be a gigantic monster awakening within Hong Ling. That's right, it was a monster. In his perception, that aura was an existence that was completely above the dragon pearl between his eyebrows.

"What kind of monster is sealed in your body that can help you break the Demonic Power's chain that was implanted into your body by the Dragon Pearl?!" He suddenly moved back a distance and stared at Hong Ling in shock.

"Monster?" Hong Ling was startled, then laughed: "The thing in my body, is not a monster. As for what it is, you'll know after sensing it yourself! "

Boom! A tyrannical aura of fire permeated the waters of Dreamy Cloud Lake. Wherever this fire energy passed, all the ice and snow melted in an instant, and even the demonic energy in the water was slowly worn away. The wounds on Hong Ling's body rapidly shrank and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The newborn pink polyp slowly closed the wound. A new layer of skin covered him, forming the fair skin of the young man once more.

"How is this possible? How can you have such a terrifying self-healing ability!" Aohan stared at Hong Ling in fear, as if he had met an immortal ghost. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and couldn't help but tremble as he asked, "What kind of terrifying thing is inside your body, and what kind of monster are you?"

"Terrifying thing? "Monster?" Hong Ling grinned, you mean it? " With a thought, a ball of fiery red light slowly appeared between his eyebrows and landed on the young man's white palm. It is not a scary thing, but a mirror! "

Hong Ling grinned as he pressed his hand on the Yanhuang Mirror's mirror. The Authentic Qi continued to flow into it. The Yanhuang Mirror slowly floated into the air and released a blazing flame. When the fireball landed on the water, it actually turned into Hong Ling.

"Mirror image!" Aohan stared at the reflection of the Yanhuang Mirror that was standing on the water surface, his eyes full of ridicule. What use can a mere Mirror have?! "

"Is that so?" Hong Ling grinned as a cold glint flashed past his eyes. He elegantly took a step forward and slowly walked into the mirror, perfectly merging with it as he smiled and said, "What about now? Is it going to be useful? "

A monstrous aura exploded on the surface of the lake, instantly pushing away the lake water and revealing the muddy ground beneath. After fusing with Hong Ling, the spirit energy around his body kept on rising, and he instantly broke through to the Void Refinement realm, and even the Void Refinement realm was not the end. With a rumble, an enormous aura shot up into the sky, completely shattering the layers of clouds in the sky.

"Heaven, Tianren Sage Stage!" Aohan trembled, and spoke incoherently.