Chapter 1171: Chapter 1168: Reversal Chapter 1171: Chapter 1168: Reversal Shen Luo, taking advantage of the strong wind stirred up by the confrontation between Little White Dragon and Nine-Headed Insect, retreated further back before stopping.
He seized the ti to heal his injuries while also channeling his mana to stimulate the Coiling Dragon Wall, drawing out a stream of Pure Yang Power to infuse into Wu Man’er’s body.
Wu Man’er moaned softly and opened her eyes.
“You’re awake?” Shen Luo was pleased and released the other person.
“Thank you, Big Brother Shen, you saved my life again,” Wu Man’er said, recalling what had happened before she passed out and slightly bowing her head as she spoke.
“It was a trifling matter, not worth ntioning. We are still not out of danger,” Shen Luo shook his head and looked ahead.
Ahead, Little White Dragon and Nine-Headed Insect had already engaged in fierce battle, with spear shadows crisscrossing and hook shadows flashing continuously, enormous booming sounds like countless thunderclaps exploding, both sides appearing to be evenly matched in strength.
“What amazing spear techniques, who is that young man in white?” Wu Man’er asked, showing a look of surprise.
“He is a senior mber of the Dragon Clan, Third Prince Ao Lie of the West Sea. It was he who just saved our lives,” Shen Luo explained.
“Senior Ao Lie! It’s actually him! Should we go forward and join the fight?” Wu Man’er asked in astonishnt, evidently having heard of Little White Dragon’s reputation, and then inquired further.
“There is no need. Senior Ao Lie will surely defeat the Nine-Headed Insect,” Shen Luo said with a smile.
Little White Dragon’s spear techniques were much more powerful than Ao Hong’s, like tumultuous sea waves, incessant, fully embodying the essence of the Dragon Clan’s spear arts, and containing a profound Buddhist power within the fierce spear shadows, not only greatly enhancing their power but also providing sustained force.
On the other hand, the Nine-Headed Insect’s Moon Soul Hook, although unmatched in might, was clearly lacking in endurance. As ti went on, it would definitely fall into a disadvantage.
As Shen Luo had predicted, as ti passed, Little White Dragon fought more and more bravely, his entire body glowing with golden brilliance, as if he was a Buddha, a saint, and the tip of his spear kept shooting out resplendent golden lights, with Buddhist chants resonating through the void.
anwhile, the Nine-Headed Insect gradually fell into disadvantage, his complexion turning crimson and he gasped for air.
“Impossible! How could this little dragon’s strength have advanced to such a realm!” He was a mix of shock and fury.
That year, fighting for Wansheng Princess, the two had clashed at the West Sea Dragon Palace. At that ti, although Little White Dragon was already not weak, he was still far inferior compared to him. How many years had passed since then, and Little White Dragon’s cultivation level had soared to such an extent.
Already at a disadvantage, Nine-Headed Insect was now distracted, imdiately revealing a flaw.
Little White Dragon’s eyes were incredibly sharp; his Dragon Spear darted like a venomous snake’s strike between the two Moon Soul Hooks, and with a left and right shake,
Two loud clangs rang out as Nine-Headed Insect’s arms jerked as if electrocuted, causing both Moon Soul Hooks to fly apart and exposing his wide-open guard.
“Tornado Rain Attack!”
Little White Dragon shouted lowly, and the golden light on his Dragon Spear burst forth, countless spear shadows shooting out from it, enveloping Nine-Headed Insect in a torrential downpour.
Nine-Headed Insect was taken aback, but it was already too late to retrieve the Moon Soul Hooks. Around his neck, blood light flickered, and shockingly, eight more ferocious bird heads erged.
All nine heads opened their mouths simultaneously, spewing out nine balls of blood light that turned into a Blood Cloud about a hundred feet wide in front of him, emitting a nauseating stench, quite similar to the earlier black blood rain.
Before he could do anything else, countless spear shadows struck upon the Blood Cloud.
With a hissing sound, as the spear shadows touched the Blood Cloud, they rapidly corroded and dissolved like ice eting fire, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
However, the hastily cast Blood Cloud had limited power, and a few of the more powerful Golden Spear Shadows stubbornly pierced through, hitting Nine-Headed Insect behind it.
Nine-Headed Insect’s massive body was sent flying back, several bloody holes pierced through his chest, crashing heavily to the ground.
With a hatred as deep as the sea between Little White Dragon and Nine-Headed Insect, there was no rcy; the Golden Dragon Spear shot out with a swish, like a Flood Dragon erging from a cave, directly stabbing at the vital point of Nine-Headed Insect’s heart.
But a figure swiftly moved sideways to intercept, spreading their arms in front of the Nine-Headed Insect, it was the Wansheng Princess.
“Third Prince, please show rcy!”
Little White Dragon paused for a mont then hurriedly lunged forward, reaching to grab the tail end of the Dragon Spear, attempting to forcibly stop the strike.
Yet the Dragon Spear was too fast, and he couldn’t stop it in ti; the spearhead pierced through Wansheng Princess’s chest, passing right through.
Seeing this, Little White Dragon was montarily dumbfounded.
“That year, I wronged you. I will return everything I took from the Dragon Palace to you. Please spare the Nine-Headed Insect’s life,” Wansheng Princess said, blood gushing from her mouth, yet she did not care and pleaded with Little White Dragon.
“You…” Little White Dragon’s expression showed a hint of distraction, and he hurriedly pulled out the Dragon Spear, eager to inspect Wansheng Princess’s wounds.
But at that mont, a cold light penetrated the lower abdon of Wansheng Princess, vanished in a flash, and stabbed into Little White Dragon’s chest, burying half a foot deep – it was unmistakably the Nine-Headed Insect’s Moon Soul Hook.
anwhile, the severely wounded Nine-Headed Insect suddenly sat upright, the eyes in all nine heads turned blood red, a monstrous evil aura burst forth like raging waves, chilling to the core, similar to the evil qi Shen Luo had emitted when he turned into a demon.
Little White Dragon roared in shock and fury, swiftly retreating backward, his right hand lightning-fast grabbed the Moon Soul Hook.
Golden dragon scales appeared on his palm, his fingers growing golden spikes; he firmly grasped the Moon Soul Hook, preventing it from advancing further.
However, the Moon Soul Hook suddenly radiated a frightful silver light, mixed with strands of blood-red demonic light.
Little White Dragon’s face changed drastically, his body shone with a bright golden light, which exploded outward like raging waves, and the sound of a Dragon Chant pierced the heavens.
But before the golden light fully blood, an explosive “boom” sounded, and the Moon Soul Hook shattered.
A silver sun appeared out of nowhere, mingled with strands of blood-red demonic light, effortlessly overpowering the bursting golden light, engulfed Little White Dragon’s body.
An earth-shattering noise rang out, and countless waves of silver light burst forth, wildly scattering in all directions, instantly creating a ferociously powerful tornado that swept up everything within several miles.
“Elder!”
Shen Luo initially thought Little White Dragon had victory in his grasp, but he hadn’t expected such a sudden turn of events. He transford into a red light and plunged into the silver tornado.
Wu Man’er also hurried forward, but her divine soul was injured, and her movents were slow. Before she could react, the overwhelming tornado hit and flung her away.
She managed to stabilize her form by running her qi but was flung hundreds of feet away.
Just as Wu Man’er steadied herself, she imdiately sought out Shen Luo and Little White Dragon, but a red light shot out from within like lightning – it was Shen Luo, carrying Little White Dragon in his arms.
Little White Dragon looked extrely pitiful, half of his body mangled, suffering extre injuries; had he been an ordinary monk, he likely would have died.
Luckily, as a mber of the Dragon Clan, his body was now covered with golden dragon scales, and two dragon horns had grown on his forehead. He had turned half-dragon, his hard scales just enough to save his life, surprisingly, he had not even lost consciousness.
“Senior Ao Lie!”
Wu Man’er, seeing the terrible state of Little White Dragon, exclaid in shock, rushing over and quickly taking out a green jewel and rapidly executing a secret thod.
A green light erged from the gemstone, entered Little White Dragon’s body, and his wounds began to close. However, the healing process was very slow, as if a force was preventing the secret thod from taking full effect.
“Don’t rush to cure him, we need to leave this place first!” Shen Luo said urgently, then grabbed Wu Man’er and began to flee with all his might.
He hadn’t fled far when a flash of blood light appeared ahead, and a blood-red shadow materialized out of thin air. It was none other than the Nine-Headed Insect.
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