Douluo Continent: Starting with the Fire-Breathing Dragon Martial Soul!

Just as Lin Mo and his group were about to attack the Crimson Blood Dragon, the Crimson Blood Dragon, which had already killed the Thick-Armored Earth Dragon, seemed to sense their killing intent.

He stopped what he was doing and began to eat, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the bushes where Lin Mo and the others were hiding.

Lin Mo subconsciously took a step forward, shielding Ye Lingling behind him.

Ye Lingling reacted extremely quickly, and with a slight movement of her hands, a pink and white begonia flower quietly appeared, along with two bright yellow soul rings.

This is Ye Lingling's martial soul, Nine-Heart Begonia. She is ready to use her healing soul skill to support the little fire dragon at any time.

On the other side, the little fire dragon let out a low roar, a flash of red light around its body, and its first spirit ring suddenly lit up. Its entire body seemed to be covered by a layer of flowing flames, and its aura rose steadily—

This is its first Soul Skill, "Flame Strike," which it has been displaying to the outside world. However, under this disguise, the Molten Body and the Charged Flame Strike have already been quietly activated.

Attack, defense, and speed are all enhanced immediately, and there are no turn-based restrictions here!

Having just dealt with the Thick-Armored Earth Dragon, the Crimson Blood Dragon was still in its ferocious state. When it saw a tiny creature daring to charge at it under the cover of two humans, it let out a furious roar.

The crimson bone spikes on its back glowed red, and the blood aura surrounding it suddenly intensified. Without dodging or avoiding, its thick dragon claws met the little fire dragon head-on!

"boom!"

The flames and blood clashed violently, producing a muffled thud. The shockwave from the collision instantly destroyed all the low-lying vegetation in the surrounding area.

The little dragon paused, sliding back half a step, while the Crimson Blood Dragon also shook its head, revealing several charred marks on the dark red scales covering its claws.

The first collision was surprisingly evenly matched!

A look of disbelief and ferocity flashed in the Crimson Blood Dragon's eyes. It had clearly not expected that its opponent, who was much smaller than itself, would possess such power.

However, before it could launch another attack, the little dragon's fighting spirit intensified. Without any pause, the flames around it surged once more!

Molten Body, enhanced a second time! Charged Flame Strike, unleashed once more!

This time, Charmander was so fast that it almost left a trail of afterimages, leaving only a crimson streak like a shooting star in the air.

With its attack, defense, and speed all doubled, the little fire dragon seemed to transform into a real fire meteor, crashing heavily into the chest and abdomen of the Crimson Blood Dragon!

"Bang!"

A thud several times louder than before suddenly rang out.

The Crimson Blood Dragon let out a painful howl as its massive body was violently thrown off the ground, rolling backward and crashing down onto the ground, crushing a large patch of bushes.

It struggled to get up, and for the first time, a hint of fear appeared in its blood-red eyes, which were usually filled with murderous intent and ferocity.

The little dragon landed, its tail ablaze with flames, brimming with fighting spirit.

Without the slightest hesitation, he exerted force with both legs again, his figure flashed, and he had already caught up with the Crimson Blood Dragon.

The sheer speed advantage left the Crimson Blood Dragon, which was originally known for its agility, with no way to dodge. It could only roll helplessly on the ground, trying to create distance in this ridiculous way.

Driven to the brink of despair, the Crimson Blood Dragon went completely mad. It let out a mournful roar, and thick, blood-red mist suddenly rose from the gaps in its dark red scales.

The mist carried a scorching heat, and its eyes turned crimson—a talent soul skill, Blood Boiling!

At the cost of burning its life force, its speed and power also began to increase significantly. A thick layer of blood light covered the surface of its two dragon claws, which it then grabbed directly at the little fire dragon.

It looked like it wanted to tear the little dragon in half.

However, just as its momentum reached its peak, the little dragon opened its mouth and suddenly spewed out a huge ball of scorching flames that spun violently and continued to expand—a fire vortex!

The flame vortex, strengthened twice by the Molten Body, is no longer a mere trifle in terms of binding force or temperature, unlike when dealing with those hundred-year-old soul beasts.

The blood energy that had just ignited on the surface of the Crimson Blood Dragon's body was instantly suppressed by the rotating cage of flames.

It charged left and right, its claws tearing and blood steaming, but it could not break free from the ever-tightening shackles of flame.

The intense heat scorched its scales, producing a hissing sound, but no matter how much it struggled, the vortex of flames remained as stable as ever.

Standing behind Lin Mo, Ye Lingling had long forgotten to maintain the soul power output of the Nine Heart Begonia.

Those usually calm and even purple eyes were now wide open, filled with disbelief.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the little fire dragon and Lin Mo, her red lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

What happened before her eyes was completely beyond her comprehension.

Is this really the same little guy who usually begs for jerky from her, looking incredibly cute and greedy?

How could it possibly unleash such immense power?

Is this still the little fire dragon she knows? She blinked subconsciously, starting to wonder if she was hallucinating from days of running around.

Not only her, but even Ye Linyuan, who had been hiding in the shadows, ready to step in and rescue her at any moment, was completely stunned.

His raised hand froze in mid-air, the composed smile on his face vanished, replaced by deep astonishment.

He knew that Lin Mo's Little Fire Dragon Martial Soul was powerful, but he never expected it to be this strong.

Is it possible to suppress an eight-hundred-year-old Crimson Blood Dragon into this form with just a hundred-year-old soul skill and a self-created soul skill?

This Crimson Blood Dragon had been so easily slaughtering the Armored Earth Dragon just now, but now it was being chased and beaten like a chicken by the Little Fire Dragon.

The situation has reversed so completely that it's simply unbelievable!

In the arena, the aura of the Crimson Blood Dragon trapped in the vortex of flames weakened at a visible speed, its scales were damaged, and it was charred in many places.

At this moment, it had only one thought in its mind: even if it had to burn its life essence, it had to survive. How could it die such a wretched death in this place!

It let out a defiant roar, desperately squeezing out the last bit of life force within its body. Suddenly, a burst of blood-red light erupted, tearing a gap in the swirling flames, and its massive body staggered out.

However, it was now at its last gasp. Its body was shrouded in a dark blood mist, its movements were sluggish, and although its eyes burned with anger and madness, they were filled with even more resentment.

The little fire dragon clearly had no intention of giving the Crimson Blood Dragon any chance to breathe.

Just as the Crimson Blood Dragon broke free of its restraints and before it could even regain its footing, the Little Fire Dragon transformed into a crimson shadow and rushed towards it.

A metallic silver-white luster flashed briefly on its right claw, but quickly disappeared.

Soon, the young dragon's claws were covered with a thick layer of flames, and it slammed straight towards the neck of the Crimson Blood Dragon.

"Pfft!"

The sharp claws pierced the Crimson Blood Dragon's vulnerable neck with pinpoint accuracy, sending up a trail of blood.

The Crimson Blood Dragon's massive body stiffened abruptly, but the fierce glint of resentment in its eyes quickly dissipated.

After letting out a short, weak whimper, it collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A bright yellow spirit ring slowly condensed above his corpse.

The little dragon shook off the bloodstains on its claws, and the flames on its tail leaped merrily a few times.

Then it trotted back to Lin Mo's feet, rubbed its head against his trouser leg, and made a "gurgling" sound in its throat, looking like it wanted to take credit.

Lin Mo crouched down, patted its head, and smiled, "Well done."

Meanwhile, Ye Lingling, who was holding the Nine-Heart Begonia tightly in her arms, remained frozen in place.

She stared at the lifeless Crimson Blood Dragon, then at the little fire dragon whining at Lin Mo's feet, as if the forceful killing of the Crimson Blood Dragon had nothing to do with it. Her mind went blank.

Is this... is this really the same little fire dragon she knows, the one that used to flutter around her for jerky?

The unparalleled brutality he displayed when slaying the Crimson Blood Dragon contrasted sharply with his seemingly harmless appearance before him.

Ye Lingling couldn't even connect the two for a moment.

The immense shock caused a crack to appear on her usually calm and composed face, leaving only bewilderment and disbelief.