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The lower half of the Divine Dragon lay on the stone, its upper half propped up. Its copper bell-sized eyes were filled with puzzlement.

Of course, it had some impression of the human that ran away last time. However, it did not understand why this annoying little bug would come back.

Li Dao held the jar with his left hand. The hot blood in the jar was still steaming.

"No matter what, we are old friends. Can't you give us an emoji?"

A light smile hung on Li Dao's face. With a flick of his right hand, the sheath slipped off, revealing a purple blade.

"Ang!"

With a long roar, the divine dragon swooped down, its thick and sharp claws emitting a cold light in the dark and humid cave. Its fist-sized scales were ferocious and it had long fangs.

A fishy wind blew. Li Dao's right hand held the long sword, while his left hand held the huge terracotta pot as he rushed towards the divine dragon.

A hint of mockery appeared in the Celestial Dragon's bell-sized eyes. It swung its thick claws at Li Dao's head. It was as if it could already see the scene of Li Dao being sent flying once again.

Li Dao's eyes flashed with a cold light. This beast was still mocking him, he would soon make it cry out loud.

He didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he swung his thick and solid claws against the dragon's face, letting out an ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against each other. He then used his left hand to hold the huge clay pot and smashed it hard on the dragon's head.

"Bam!"

"Clang!"

At the same time, a loud sound echoed. In front of them was the sound of Li Dao being smashed and being hung on the wall of the cave. Behind him was the sound of a clay pot smashing into a divine dragon's head.

Shaking the dirt and rocks off of its head, Li Dao looked up and saw Divine Dragon Azure Head covered in boiling blood. It was resisting the pain and quickly rushing towards Li Dao.

"Hahahaha, animal, why aren't you continuing to be so arrogant?"

Amidst his loud laughter, Li Dao was struck in the chest by the divine dragon. He was pushed straight into the wall of the cave, embedded very deeply.

The dragon's head was drenched in hot blood and smeared all over Li Dao's body, making his smile look very sinister and terrifying.

Li Dao didn't care. He would let it attack him as it wished and he would be fine.

After the divine dragon stabbed Li Dao into the stone wall, it rolled on the ground nonstop. As time passed, the Wood Race's blood soaked into its scales, causing it incomparable pain. What was even more terrifying was that it could feel that its connection with the dragon pearl was gradually weakening.

Although the Divine Dragon couldn't think in complicated ways like humans, it still had simple ways of thinking.

A cold light flashed in Li Dao's eyes as his body shook and he fell off the cave wall. The four foot long purple sword in his hand emitted a demonic glow in the dark cave.

Holding the sword upside down, Li Dao took one step at a time and then started sprinting. Finally, he turned into an afterimage as his sword sliced through the air and struck the divine dragon's jaw from a downward angle.

When the sword touched the Divine Dragon's jaw, Li Dao clearly felt a slight resistance from the sword. He exerted strength in his hand and after the resistance was broken, the sword made a crisp sound as it clashed with the fist-sized scale.

Taking two steps back and grabbing a silver beard in his hand, Li Dao was overjoyed. What that cripple of the Jianghu said was all true. The blood of the Cha Mu tribe could indeed defile the divine dragon's power, and they were prepared to cut off the connection between it and the dragon pearl.

Just now, Li Dao had ruthlessly struck the Divine Dragon's lower jaw, shattering several of its scales and revealing its bloody flesh. He had even cut off a whisker that hung down from the Divine Dragon's body.

When he looked at the divine dragon's wound, he realized that its blood was also red. His own blood was at least a light gold color, and his level of life was higher than it by a level.

"Ang!"

Being wounded by Li Dao, the Divine Dragon's eyes revealed an angry look. Resisting the pain with great difficulty, he swept his tail ruthlessly at Li Yao.

This move was the flick of the dragon's tail.

Li Dao grasped his sword with both hands as his biceps expanded. He then chopped his sword towards the incoming tail.

The huge body and the tiny figure collided. This time, Li Dao did not fly backwards. The long sword slashed open the divine dragon's scales and tore off a large chunk of flesh.

A crack a few feet long appeared on the divine dragon's tail. A piece of flesh was missing, and one could see the jade-like bone.

Blood dripped down onto the ground. The mud was dyed black.

The divine dragon's blood did not contain the same type of elemental energy as the phoenix blood on the mountain of swords. It seemed to be just ordinary blood.

Li Dao raised his sword and retracted it. Then, he stuffed the flesh that he had cut off from the Divine Dragon tail into his mouth and started to chew with all his might.

Beng beng beng, the flesh and blood within his mouth jumped about. It was extremely chewing, and the blood emitted a sweet fragrance without the slightest trace of fishy smell.