Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 341: 219 Beating the Deity3

Chapter 341: Chapter 219 Beating the Deity_3

“You don’t need to remind , I would have done it anyway, little Black Dragon… The next strike is very strong, very strong… I hope you don’t end up crying because of my strongest blow.”

Divine King Donnash flung the shadowy projection of his War God spear, and in an instant, the sky changed dramatically, with constant thunder strikes, and the Void was filled with nurous huge monsters and many ferocious and terrifying shadowy figures of Demon Gods.

“Little Black Dragon… never underestimate these shadows. The shadowy monsters are Void giants and star beasts that human powerhouses can’t touch.”

As for those ferocious and terrifying shadows, they are all existences of extre terror, all pierced through by the spear of the War God.

You’d better be careful, if it stabs you later and the pain is too much to bear, you just cry, cry out loud, and then I’ll make the shadowy projection of the War God spear disappear.”

“Such nonsense.”

Lance’s massive dragon body appeared in front of Divine King Donnash in an instant, and the prepared Divine King nonchalantly thrust out the shadowy projection of the War God spear.

The Void monsters, star beasts, and those ferocious and terrifying shadows that erged from the projection of the War God spear instantly swallowed Lance’s dragon body.

“Pure Yang · lting All Things.”

Golden-red flas suddenly rose from Lance’s massive dragon body, and with a single breath, the Void monsters and star beasts that had swallowed Lance scread horribly as they were burned into nothingness by the golden-red flas.

The terrifying shadows were also burned into nothingness.

Divine Fire?

Divine King Donnash looked at the golden-red flas rising from Lance’s dragon body and was montarily stunned. The power of these golden-red flas… was even more potent than the Divine Fire of so Deities.

However, these golden-red flas didn’t seem to be simply flas, rather, they seed more like Vital Energy and Blood Power that had reached an exuberant climax.

Pure Yang Qi, the power of hot blood?

Divine King Donnash’s gaze towards Lance changed, was this the body of the Pure Yang Dragon that had been single for more than three thousand years?

The pure vigorous Vital Energy and Blood Power within the dragon body carried a lanting spirit… frightening to the gods.

But such Pure Yang grudges are nothing in front of the War God spear.

The War God spear has been lonely for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, it is the Pure Yang Battle Spear.

It’s completely fearless of the little Black Dragon’s Pure Yang Vital Energy and Blood Power.

Divine King Donnash rubbed his hands together in anticipation, the War God spear was about to knock out the little Black Dragon…

Hmm?

What’s happening?

Where’s the shadowy projection of the War God spear?

What… has… happened…?

It hurts… so… much…

Was I knocked by the Giant Dragon?

Why does it feel like my Divine Body is about to fall apart?

This is bad…

I’m getting beaten up, no wonder my Divine Body feels like it’s about to fall apart.

Impossible.

There’s no way I couldn’t dodge the little Black Dragon’s attacks, even with a Divine Body, I am a Deity after all.

What exactly is… I’ve captured it!!!

Black…

Black what again?

Why did I forget again?!

What kind of eerie ability has this little Black Dragon awakened?

Divine King Donnash, who was relentlessly being hit during this ti, counterattacked, but his perception, Divine Consciousness, Divinity, and all energy mysteriously vanished.

Consciousness, vision, perception, Divine Fire, reactions, mory, thoughts… everything related to the information he captured…

Felt as if it was devoured and twisted by so weird power…

So disgusting…

I knew the little Black Dragon was strong now, but I didn’t think he’d awakened so eerie power that even a Deity like couldn’t perceive.

Might need to descend in my True God form to break out of this predicant.

So fifteen minutes later.

The groggy Divine King Donnash found himself hung on a clothes rack by Lance, head forward, butt protruding.

In Lance’s hand was a fly swatter, which he used to lightly smack the divine buttocks of Divine King Donnash.

Sturdy.

This is indeed the backside of a king surrounded by countless wives and confidantes.

I used to dream of giving this old fellow a good thrashing.

Now… the dream has turned into reality.

Watching Divine King Donnash spin around with each smack,

I felt refreshed, my spirit clearer than ever before.

The shadows of my youth were today, swept into the trash can from my mind.

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