Ying Menglong, clad in snow-white robes, her dark hair dancing in the wind, her amethyst-like pupils shimmering with solemnity.
She possessed a slender build, exuding a graceful and ethereal aura, her presence steadily escalating.
Facing an ancient冥族 (Mingzu) entity who had undergone soul possession and rebirth, she shed all pretense and began to unleash her true strength.
"Good eyes, to discern my true origins. But the clever often meet an early end."
Purple-black冥纹 (Mingwen) appeared on Di Tianzheng's handsome face, making him look terrifying and ferocious, an evil, bloodthirsty aura sweeping in all directions.
His slightly bloodshot eyes, like those of a viper, appraised Ying Menglong. "It's been a long time since I've tasted the flesh and blood of a divine beast. It's just your bad luck to recognize my true identity. You won't be leaving here alive today."
As the words fell.
Two beams of dark light shot from Di Tianzheng's eyes, like dark clouds covering the sky, carrying destructive power as they hurtled towards Ying Menglong.
Hum...
Ying Menglong's entire body emanated a five-colored radiance, and a dragon-like phantom appeared behind her. Traces of sacred energy rippled out, transforming into misty ripples that repelled the encroaching dark clouds.
"Dragon race!"
Di Tianzheng captured Ying Menglong's true aura, showing considerable surprise and shock.
After all, the combat prowess of pure-blooded dragons ranked among the top divine beasts, making them incredibly formidable.
He sensed the bloodline pressure of an ancient divine dragon from Ying Menglong, seemingly an Ying Long, one of the top ten ancient divine dragons.
"Ying Long bloodline?"
Di Tianzheng's expression stiffened. If it were truly an Ying Long, it would be extremely troublesome.
Ying Long were the most difficult among the dragon race. Some Ying Long with heaven-defying potential could even evolve into super divine beasts.
This illustrated the terrifying nature of such creatures. Even though Ying Menglong was merely a youngling, she still instilled a degree of apprehension in him.
However, he soon broke into ecstatic joy, sneering, "Your aura is not quite right. You're not pure-blooded; you're just a mixed-blood Ying Long."
Legend had it that dragons were unrestrained by nature, especially the males, all of whom were notorious womanizers.
Creatures like Qiu Niu, Ya Zi, Chao Feng, Pu Lao, Suan Ni, Ba Xia, Si Han, Fu Chen, and Chi Wen were descendants born from true dragons and various monsters.
Long Lingli was a Pu Lao. Although also of the dragon race, she could only be considered a sub-dragon.
Sub-dragons and true divine dragons were naturally incomparable, with vast differences in all aspects.
"You're the mixed-blood! Your whole family is mixed-blood!"
Ying Menglong gritted her teeth, glaring furiously at Di Tianzheng.
Due to a bloodline defect, she was a pure-blooded Ying Long. It was only because she was ambushed in the womb and met with misfortune that her bloodline developed a flaw.
The reason she came to the Immortal Spirit Realm for training was under the guidance of a master, who suggested that there might be an opportunity here to resolve her bloodline deficiency.
"Unlike other dragons, Ying Long have wings. Where are your wings? Without wings, how can you be considered a pure-blooded Ying Long? You are merely a mongrel."
Di Tianzheng taunted her relentlessly, his words piercingly sharp, deliberately striking at Ying Menglong's sore spot.
Ying Menglong's face turned ashen, her teeth grinding in anger.
Due to her bloodline defect, she lacked the most distinctive feature of an Ying Long: a pair of golden wings.
For this reason, she had endured countless scornful glances and mockery since childhood.
Even within her own clan, she faced ostracism and bullying.
"Even without wings, I can still defeat you."
Ying Menglong let out a sharp cry, moving with the stride of a dragon. Her body instantly closed in on Di Tianzheng, launching a frontal assault.
The pride of the dragon race made her understand that even if she was outmatched, she would still dare to rebel.
Di Tianzheng's eyes blurred; before he could evade, his body was forced back repeatedly, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"As expected of an Ying Long, your movement techniques are astonishing! But without wings, your speed cannot be fully unleashed, and your cultivation realm is inferior to mine. You are no match for me."
Di Tianzheng wiped the blood from his lips, a look of excitement flashing in his eyes.
A young Ying Long was a great tonic. If he could devour it, he might be able to recover a large portion of his peak power.
"Then, I shall proceed to slay the dragon."
Di Tianzheng roared with laughter and lunged at Ying Menglong.
His feet trod on the void, causing it to shatter with rumbling sounds. His speed was as swift as lightning.
At this moment, Di Tianzheng no longer feigned innocence. His attacks were the unique divine abilities of the冥族 (Mingzu), his entire body radiating dark light, like a descending demon god.
"Die!"
A battle halberd appeared in Di Tianzheng's hand, entirely black, emitting a terrifying and unparalleled fluctuation, radiating fierce malevolence.
Ying Menglong met the attack without yielding, runes surging around her. Her fair palm erupted with brilliant light as she employed a dragon race secret technique.
The battle halberd was accompanied by countless bolts of lightning. As it swung, wind and thunder intertwined, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle. The leaked power carved deep abysses into the surrounding mountains.
Fortunately, this was the Hundred and Eighth Peak, which had a special aura that suppressed such power; otherwise, the entire mountain peak would have been obliterated.
Ying Menglong's blood surged, fully activating her bloodline power. Her pores glowed, exuding an inviolable sacredness.
This area was completely engulfed by the rampant power.
Both of them attacked with full force, unleashing their strongest techniques, charging at each other multiple times.
Rumble...
It was like two mountains colliding incessantly, the sound waves reaching the heavens, the momentum immense, explosions occurring one after another.
Mud and stones flew, forests were leveled, and everything in the wake of their battle was reduced to ruins.
The two exchanged blows rapidly, eventually blurring into two indistinct shadows, their speed astonishingly high.
In the air, golden-yellow blood dripped, forming clusters of flames.
This was dragon blood, indicating that Ying Menglong was at a disadvantage and had been injured.
Their figures suddenly separated.
Di Tianzheng's clothes were disheveled, and he bore several wounds.
Ying Menglong, however, had several bloody holes on her body, particularly a severe wound on her abdomen that bled profusely, staining her clothes red.
"It's a pity my bloodline has a defect; otherwise, how could I be at a disadvantage against you."
She was deeply indignant. If her body were sound, or if the reward from the Hundred and Seventh Peak had not been shamelessly snatched by Di Tianzheng, who knew who would have won.
"Heh, if I were at my peak strength, I could have dealt with you with one hand. It's just your bad luck. A young dragon without a protector daring to venture out alone is destined to benefit me."
Di Tianzheng laughed heartily.
Although his victory was not honorable, their冥族 (Mingzu) favored bullying the weak and preying on the small.
As he spoke, he shot out like lightning, his battle halberd slicing through the void, aiming directly for Ying Menglong's head.
"Roar..."
A dragon's roar echoed, and auspicious clouds surged towards the sky. Ying Menglong transformed into her true form, becoming a small white dragon and vanishing from her original spot.
To escape, she had resorted to a forbidden technique.
"Clinging to life, why bother? The Hundred and Eighth Peak is enveloped by a special aura; you cannot escape. You are destined to die sooner or later."
Di Tianzheng remained unhurried.
It was impossible for Ying Menglong to escape the Hundred and Eighth Peak. Severely injured and resorting to a forbidden technique, she wouldn't survive a day.
Ultimately, she would still fall into his clutches and become his sustenance.