Ao Qing held nothing back when it came to killing. He gave the demons no chance—no mercy.
In this Mythic World, Ao Qing understood all too well the law of the jungle: the weak are meat, and the strong devour. If you strike, you must strike to kill—root and stem.
After all, wasn't it the Eagle Demon King who led a hundred thousand demon soldiers here because he thought the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan was weak and easy prey?
Today, Ao Qing would show them what it meant to provoke the dragons of the Eastern Sea.
He moved like lightning. In just a few rounds, even those deeply cultivated demon kings and monsters were reduced to clouds of blood mist under his claws.
The crimson blood from their massive corpses flowed into the Eastern Sea, dyeing the coastline in a haunting hue. From a distance, it looked like the sea itself had bled.
The Eastern Sea Dragon Clan, long poised and ready beneath the waves, could no longer hold back. The moment Ao Qing charged into the battlefield and clashed with the demon kings, they surged up to join him.
But in truth, this battle belonged to Ao Qing alone.
By the time the dragon warriors arrived, the hundred thousand demon soldiers had already been reduced to fewer than ten thousand. Those remaining were either old, frail, or injured—no longer capable of fighting.
The former Dragon King, Ao Guang, fought as he watched in shock. The power of a Seven-Clawed Golden Dragon was terrifying beyond words. In just a few breaths, tens of thousands of demons had been wiped out.
Even as a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, Ao Guang knew that facing a hundred thousand demon soldiers would leave him struggling to defend, with no hope of counterattack.
As for the shrimp soldiers and crab generals—they were thrilled. In the midst of battle, they realized something shocking: their strength had increased severalfold!
Only now did they understand the effect of the three waves of power Ao Qing had previously released. Under his lead, the entire Eastern Sea Dragon Clan had undergone a substantial boost.
"Who would've thought Ao Qing would become this powerful? I'll let you off this time. But next time—I won't give you the chance."
So said the Myriad Saints Dragon King, hiding in the blood mist, his brow furrowed as he gazed coldly at Ao Qing, who was preparing to strike again. He left this final threat, then turned to flee.
But he'd barely turned when a calm voice echoed behind him:
"Myriad Saints Dragon King, there won't be a next time."
Ao Qing's colossal dragon body twisted mid-air like a divine whip and swept toward him. Wherever the dragon tail passed, phantasmal images of a divine dragon flashed, the pressure as crushing as a mountain.
Though the Myriad Saints Dragon King was a flood dragon with over six thousand years of cultivation, he couldn't move. The pressure suffocated him. Even breathing became a struggle.
Boom! A clear, cracking sound rang out. Ao Qing's tail smashed into him—and in the next moment, the Myriad Saints Dragon King exploded into a crimson mist, just like the others.
The sharp scent of blood spread through the battlefield, cold and final. The fight was over.
"Congratulations! Your Dragon Clan's fortune has increased. Dragon Clan Fortune +1!"
"Congratulations! Your Dragon Clan's fortune has increased. Dragon Clan Fortune +1!"
"Congratulations! Your Dragon Clan's fortune has increased. Dragon Clan Fortune +1!"
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"Congratulations! Your Dragon Clan's fortune has increased. Dragon Clan Fortune +1!"
Before Ao Qing could even savor the thrill of victory, the notifications rang out one after another in his mind.
Listening to the string of system prompts, he could barely contain his excitement.
"Hm?!"
This one battle had granted him six points of Dragon Clan Fortune! And it took ten of those to exchange for a single evolution point. Gaining six in one go? That was insane!
"Worth it," Ao Qing muttered to himself. He only needed three more points to trade for another evolution point. This was all thanks to the Myriad Saints Dragon King. His timing had been perfect.
But just as Ao Qing was reflecting, he suddenly sensed a powerful presence nearby—cautiously hidden.
"Hm?"
With his draconic senses, Ao Qing's gaze instantly locked onto a massive stone nearby, behind which a lotus-garbed child was hiding. That child… was Nezha.
Yes, that Nezha—the demonic reincarnation born from Lady Yin after three months of pregnancy. The very same from the legend of "Birth of the Demon Child."
Ao Qing's memories from his past life surged up. He knew well the story: the Lingzhu (Spirit Pearl) and the Mo Maru (Demonic Pill) were powerful treasures that, when fused, formed the Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Hunyuan Pearl.
And that Hunyuan Pearl? It once brought untold calamity upon the world. Even one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Taiyi Zhenren, couldn't defeat it. In the end, it took one of the Three Purities—Saint Yuanshi Tianzun himself—to seal it.
Now, Ao Bing held the Lingzhu, and here before him… was the Demonic Pill, reborn as Nezha.
How could Ao Qing let this chance slip by?
He wasn't a saint. He wasn't some merciful bodhisattva. If it meant growing stronger, even a child wouldn't be spared.
As Ao Qing's mind churned, the little Nezha seemed to sense danger. He bolted at full speed, running like the wind.
"…Interesting."
Ao Qing smirked. With a flick of his claw, a powerful suction force erupted.
The next moment, Nezha found himself yanked straight into Ao Qing's grip.
"Who are you?! Let me go!"
"I'm warning you—my father is Li Jing of Chentang Pass! My mother is Lady Yin, a demon-slaying powerhouse! If you dare touch me, you'll be offending all of Chentang Pass!"
Nezha flailed and shouted inside Ao Qing's claw, trying to intimidate him.
But when the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan heard his cries… they all burst into laughter.