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Chapter 982 The Fated Battle Ten Thousand Years Ago
After watching for a long time, Luo Bingxin still couldn't figure out what Lin Yi had done.

It wasn't until she saw the three large characters flashing red light that she realized what was happening.

Dragon Slayer!
What happened to this guy before he met me that allowed him to acquire such a self-restraining title?

"Hey, you know what, this kid's luck is really something. Right now, I can't really unleash my full strength from when I was alive, but with the reduction effect of this title, dealing with you guys will be much easier."

Xi Yue and Xiao Ao Shu both fell behind Lin Yi.

Neither of them intended to make a move. Recalling Lin Yi's calm demeanor when he was in danger, Luo Bingxin suddenly realized that her behavior seemed a bit too clownish.

This confident attack, in the eyes of others, posed absolutely no threat.

After saying this, Wuzhiqi extended his right hand and then opened his palm.

The next moment, a black, viscous substance exuding a cold aura appeared around "Lin Yi's" arm. It was like a well-behaved pet, even affectionately rubbing against its owner's arm.

This is the Ode to the Divine River!

Feeling the intense, chilling aura emanating from within, Luo Bingxin couldn't help but tremble.

As expected, the Divine River Ode possesses extremely yin and cold power, just as rumored. If one can use this characteristic of the Divine River Ode to help with cultivation, one's strength will improve by leaps and bounds.

Unfortunately, Luo Bingxin can only watch longingly now.

The Divine River Song recognizes its master; no one but the master can control it, unleash its power, or even be corrupted by its chilling power.

The idea of ​​making rapid progress in cultivation can only remain in the realm of imagination.

Now that Wuzhiqi has appeared, even if he cannot unleash his full strength from before his birth, his combat power is still beyond what Luo Bingxin can compete with.

To obtain the Divine River Song, even leaving this place safely has become a luxury.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. That doesn't fit my persona. Let's get started, the battle begins."

As Wuzhiqi finished speaking, a powerful surge of divine energy erupted instantly.

Like a powerful shockwave, it slammed into Luo Bingxin and Lao Xuan.

Lao Xuan knew that this confrontation with Wuzhiqi was likely to end badly.

To ensure his master's safe escape, Lao Xuan showed no fear. He flashed forward and stood in front of Luo Bingxin, shielding her from the attack and neutralizing the divine power from Wuzhiqi.

Just as Wuzhiqi said, he is indeed unable to exert the same strength as before he was born, but he is still strong enough to harm Luo Bingxin.

Fortunately, Lao Xuan used his divine power and Tai Chu in advance to create a shield in front of the two, thus dissolving the impact from Wu Zhi Qi.

"Hey, not bad, you black mudfish, you've gotten quite a bit stronger over the years."

The black loach, of course, refers to Lao Xuan.

Lao Xuan's true form is also a dragon, and a dragon that is entirely black with a bloodline that is infinitely close to that of the Dragon God.

When it comes to bloodline power, Lao Xuan is indeed quite ordinary.

Looking at the entire dragon race across the Three Realms and Six Paths, even at the very top, Lao Xuan could only be ranked in the middle.

If he hadn't met a wise ruler, Lao Xuan would still be wandering somewhere, or perhaps he would have died in some war.

"Heh, Wuzhiqi, just as you said, you are now nothing but a soul. You think you can turn the tide of battle by lending this kid a little bit of power? I, Lao Xuan, am not someone to be trifled with. My current strength is far beyond what it was back then, while you have already regressed! I will destroy that kid right now."

Having said that, Old Xuan raised the giant black scythe, enduring the pressure from the title of "Dragon Slayer," and disregarding how much his attributes had dropped, he poured all his strength into the black scythe and then slammed it down heavily towards Lin Yi's location!
The black mudfish that used to tremble at the sight of me now dares to bark at me. Sigh, how cold and heartless the world is.

Even if he didn't help Lin Yi today, judging by Lao Xuan's attitude towards him, Wuzhiqi would still kill him, wouldn't he? As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Wuzhiqi is now only a soul. Even if he were given a top-tier body, he would not be able to reproduce his former fighting power. However, in terms of Shenhe Song's fighting power, it is not something that Lao Xuan can handle.

Wuzhiqi didn't take Lao Xuan's arrogant words to heart.

He knew very well that Lao Xuan's words were merely a way to encourage himself.

There's no point in arguing with him; you might as well give him a good beating.

The giant black scythe, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind, blew against Lin Yi's face.

The black giant scythe, now imbued with life, sensed its master's resolve and raised its fighting spirit to the extreme. It opened its blood-red maw, aimed at Lin Yi's neck, intending to take Lin Yi's life at any moment.

Faced with the fierce attack, Lin Yi calmly raised his right hand.

When Lao Xuan attacked him, he grabbed the neck of the black dragon that was formed from the black giant scythe.

"Hey Black Loach, aren't you overestimating yourself? You think your piece of junk can pose a threat to me?"

To Wuzhiqi, the Black Scythe was indeed a piece of junk that he looked down upon completely.

But for Lao Xuan, the Black Scythe was his closest battle partner, and the Black Dragon Giant Scythe was not as bad as Wuzhiqi had said.

Wuzhiqi grabbed the tail of the giant scythe and exerted force.

What appears to be an attempt to regain control of the weapon is actually a sudden pull towards Wuzhiqi using his immense power.

A powerful side kick was aimed directly at Lin Yi's chest.

A faint black dragon shadow emerged from Lao Xuan's body, transforming into a sharp, silent force that roamed his body and suddenly approached Lin Yi.

"You think you can hurt me with your methods?"

"With your piece of junk?"

Wuzhiqi's words were not without basis.

Upon realizing the enemy's treacherous intentions, Shenhe Song was already prepared to launch an attack.

Sure enough, the instant Lao Xuan launched a side kick, Shenhe Song condensed into a giant black fist and slammed it down on Lao Xuan.

Judging from this posture, it seems they intend to turn one of Lao Xuan's legs into mincemeat.

"Lord Wuzhiqi, your strength ten thousand years ago was indeed among the top in the Three Realms and Six Paths. Now times have changed, and over the years your strength has stagnated, while we have acquired countless resources."

Following the direction of the sound, a sliver of light was emitted from the corner of the eye.

It was astonishing to see that Luo Bingxin had somehow appeared on the giant fist that the Divine River Song had transformed into.

Her hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals.

Skills that match one's own bloodline develop rapidly.

After wandering through the Three Realms and Six Paths for so many years, the master and servant have developed a seamless teamwork.

Old Xuan, an old mudfish who has lived for tens of thousands of years, would not lose his composure because of Wuzhiqi's mockery.

All of this was merely to lower Wuzhiqi's guard.

(End of this chapter)