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Chewing with all his might, the dragon meat bounced around in his mouth. No matter how hard he chewed, it just wouldn't crumble, and he exerted an incredible amount of strength into it.

Li Dao gave up chewing and swallowed the entire piece of meat with blood.

His stomach was squirming and a warm current was flowing through it. The Jindan inside his body rotated faster, devouring and refining the essence energy in his flesh and blood.

Li Dao's eyes lit up. The effects of this divine dragon's flesh and blood were much stronger than that of the fire phoenix. No wonder the dragon was ranked first among the four spirits.

"Ang!"

The pair of bell-sized eyes burned with a burning fury, burning the last bit of reason left in the divine dragon.

Even humans couldn't completely control emotions, much less a dragon in the lower realms.

A fishy smell drifted over. Li Dao had a light smile on his face. Without the power of the Dragon Pearl, how could this beast fight against him?

Lifting his long sword, Li Dao rushed towards the lost consciousness of the Divine Dragon. A cold light flashed in Li Dao's eyes.

Clang!

The sword landed on the dragon horn, breaking through the weak power of the dragon pearl and slicing it in half.

Li Dao didn't stop his attacks. His longsword was like a violent storm as it struck the divine dragon's massive body.

In terms of agility, how could the gigantic and senseless Divine Dragon compare to Li Dao?

The scales shattered and blood rained down. The divine dragon let out a painful cry.

His body, which was as thick as a water bucket, twisted crazily. The cave started shaking. Rock and soil started falling down, and the entire cave seemed like it was about to collapse.

The originally calm lake was now filled with water, as if it had been boiled.

The crazier and more painful the divine dragon was, the easier it would be for Li Dao to deal with it.

The violet sword slashed horizontally across the ground. The hook thorn was drawn, bringing with it a beautiful flower of blood. The smile on Li Dao's face became increasingly brilliant.

This divine dragon was undoubtedly much stronger than the fire phoenix on the mountain, but it was much easier to deal with. It was really a mystery as to what kind of trials and tribulations there were between the Wood Race and the divine dragon. The blood of the Wood Race could actually sever the connection between the divine dragon and the dragon pearl.

For example, if Li Dao's Jindan was sealed, he would also lose all his cultivation. Besides the strength of his physical body, he would be no different from an ordinary person.

Right now, the divine dragon was facing such a predicament. With the power of the dragon pearl cut off, it could no longer summon the wind and rain. Of course, it could not summon the wind and summon the rain in the first place.

One strike after another, each slash exuded a powerful aura that could split mountains and rivers. Very quickly, the divine dragon was covered in wounds.

The Divine Dragon's physical body was indeed powerful, and its vitality was even more vigorous. Li Dao clearly knew how sharp the longsword in his hand was, but even so, the Divine Dragon's current aura was only slightly weaker, and its craziness did not decrease in the slightest.

A man and a dragon engaged in a life-and-death battle. Unfortunately, the Divine Dragon's attacks had no effect on Li Dao. His Golden Buddha Indestructible Physique's cultivation was simply too heaven-defying. It was impossible for him to be injured.

If it was just a physical attack, Li Dao wouldn't be able to injure him in this world. Of course, a world like the Windcloud, Thunderclap, or the Son of Heaven couldn't be called a world of martial arts anymore.

Even if the Saint Chess Sword Ancestor and Ying Shuntian appeared, they could only use their psyche to suppress and kill him.

The divine dragon was different. Although its physical strength was also heaven-defying, it did not have a sword as sharp as Li Dao's.

With the attacks of one man and one dragon, the Dragon's Roar had been expanded to twice its original size. If this continued, the mountain would probably collapse from the inside.

Retreating a few steps, watching as his scales shattered and his flesh turned upside down, Li Dao saw that one of his horns had been cut off. Grasping the ground tightly with both of his feet, he placed his sword on his left palm and slightly leaned back.

An incomparably sharp sword qi flowed through all the meridians in his body, crazily gushing towards Li Dao's arm. A surge of killing intent was emitted from his heart, increasing in intensity. Li Dao's face was solemn, his eyes were like a cold star in the night.