novelraw Chapter 15: A Superior Monster, the Golden Flood Dragon King!
Chapter 15: A Superior Monster, the Golden Flood Dragon King!
It has a ferocious dragon-shaped head and its body is covered with thick, purplish-black scales.
The surrounding seawater was instantly corroded into nothingness by its toxicity the moment it came into contact with its scales.
Level 8 monster, Poisonous Dragon!
He is also a direct descendant of the Golden Flood Dragon King, a level ten demon beast from the Chaotic Star Sea!
In terms of cultivation levels, this is equivalent to a terrifying existence at the early Nascent Soul stage!
The moment I saw this giant beast.
Douluo Continent, Seagod Island.
Poseidon's hand holding the scepter trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes widened.
"What...what kind of sea spirit beast is this?"
The Sea Dragon Douluo standing next to him swallowed hard.
"This aura is even more terrifying than that of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."
"Moreover, the poisonous gas it emits can even corrode seawater and the air itself!"
……
In the scene, the level eight venomous dragon hovered in mid-air, not launching an attack immediately.
Its enormous dragon mouth opened slightly, and it actually uttered human words in perfect, clear speech.
"Strange bugs."
"He has no spiritual energy whatsoever, yet he can cast illusions with the help of some external force?"
The venomous dragon's voice was unpleasant, yet it echoed over the deserted island for a long time, deterring many ordinary monsters from approaching.
It was actually in seclusion at the bottom of the sea, digesting the poison pill, when it was disturbed by the energy fluctuations when Shi Nian unleashed his Martial Soul True Form.
Upon hearing that this giant beast could speak human language, Shi Nian felt a chill run down his spine.
In the Douluo Continent, only soul beasts that are over 100,000 years old can speak human language.
For a seventh-ring Soul Saint to encounter a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast would be an absolute certain death!
"run!"
At that time, only this one thought remained in his mind.
Without hesitation, he turned around, pushed his soul power to its limit, and transformed into a blur as he raced toward the other side of the deserted island.
"Trying to leave?"
Seeing this, a hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the venomous dragon.
It didn't even move, it just let out a cold snort from its nose.
"Leave it here for me!"
As that cold snort fell, an indescribably vast power of divine consciousness swept towards Shi Nian like a tsunami.
The divine sense of a Nascent Soul stage demon beast!
That was a spiritual power that had been tempered by lightning, capable of probing and attacking from hundreds of miles away.
Feeling the terrifying force behind him, Shi Nian, who was running wildly, knew that he couldn't escape.
He bit his tongue, turned around abruptly, and roared:
"I'll fight you to the death!"
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Form!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the seventh black spirit ring under Shi Nian's feet suddenly burst into light.
Immediately afterwards, he transformed into a cloud of colorful mist.
The thick fog swelled with the wind, attempting to envelop the oncoming mental storm and pull the behemoth into its lingering dreamscape.
In Shi Nian's view, no matter how powerful this monster was, as long as it was a living creature, it would have mental weaknesses and would be deceived by illusions.
However, his prized Dream Realm was shattered the moment it came into contact with that storm of divine consciousness by the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
"what!"
As the thick fog dissipated, Shi Nian's figure reappeared.
He clutched his head with both hands and let out a piercing scream.
The martial spirit was forcibly crushed, and this backlash from the depths of his soul caused Shi Nian to spit blood from all seven orifices at the same time.
His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to his knees on the black rocks.
The so-called Seven-Ring Soul Saint couldn't even withstand half a breath in front of the Nascent Soul stage demonic beast's divine sense before becoming a mentally deranged cripple.
Seeing this utterly vulnerable scene, a hint of boredom flashed in the eyes of the venomous dragon in mid-air.
"I thought it was something rare, but it turns out it's just a piece of trash who hasn't even cultivated his divine sense."
The venomous dragon shook its head, and its hideous maw suddenly opened wide.
"puff!"
A thick, purplish-black venom cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall, landing precisely on Shi Nian's body.
"Sizzle sizzle..."
Immediately afterwards, a chilling sound of corrosion echoed across the deserted island.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream.
His powerful body, honed over decades of cultivation, melted instantly upon contact with the venom.
Flesh, bones, and even clothes and hair all melted into a pool of purplish-black pus in less than a breath.
The venom also corroded the hard black reef beneath his feet, creating a bottomless pit.
The venomous dragon snorted, and its massive body slowly sank back into the sea, the whirlpool disappearing.
……
[Shi Nian, the 72nd level Soul Saint, is already dead.]
[Cause of death: Accidentally entered the outer star sea region beyond the chaotic star system.]
[After casting an illusion spell on an eighth-level demonic beast (early Nascent Soul stage) Poisonous Flood Dragon (a descendant of the tenth-level Golden Flood Dragon King), the user suffered a backlash of divine consciousness and was melted by the Flood Dragon's natal venom.]
Survival time: half an hour.
The broadcast from the sky echoed throughout the entire Douluo Continent, plunging the entire continent into silence.
Tian Dou City, Cang Hui Academy.
The teachers and students who were just cheering for Shi Nian now collapsed to the ground.
Their vice dean.
That Soul Saint, who was high above them and could kill people invisibly with illusions.
He just died like that?
Before he could even touch a single scale of the opponent, his martial soul was shattered by a single thought, and then melted into a puddle of pus by a mouthful of saliva.
Inside the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong also took a deep breath, her palms already covered with a fine layer of sweat.
"Backlash of divine consciousness, innate venom..."
She murmured those words to herself, her beautiful eyes filled with apprehension.
The atmosphere inside the main hall was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Those present were all top-ranking members of the Spirit Hall, each a well-informed and powerful individual.
The stronger they became, the more they could appreciate the dominance displayed by the venomous dragon in the scene they had just witnessed.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, Ju Douluo Yueguan unconsciously crushed the petals of the golden chrysanthemum he usually played with in his hand.
"Your Holiness, that beast's poison..."
Yue Guan swallowed, her voice sounding somewhat dry.
"I once fought against that old poisoner, Dugu Bo."
"Although his Azure Phosphorus Serpent King Poison is said to be able to kill an entire city, it still takes time to spread, and it mainly affects the bloodline and soul power of living beings."
At this point, Yue Guan pointed to the light screen in mid-air.
"But look at the purplish-black venom that the sea spirit beast just spat out."
"It can turn a seventh-ring Soul Saint into pus in the blink of an eye, bones and flesh."
"Even the incredibly hard black reefs on the islands, constantly battered by waves, were eroded on the spot, leaving a bottomless pit!"
After Yue Guan finished speaking, everyone in the hall gasped in surprise.
Yes.
Even if Dugu Bo's poison is potent, it couldn't possibly melt a stone instantly, could it?
This is no longer just a simple poison; it's more like a terrifying rule that can directly destroy matter itself!
"If Dugu Bo went to that world and encountered this venomous dragon..."
A platinum bishop standing nearby couldn't help but speak up.
"I'm afraid he wouldn't even have a chance to release the poison before being melted by a trace of the other party's poison gas."
Hearing the discussion, Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom, who had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerged.
He was shrouded in black mist, with only his eyes, which gleamed with an eerie light, visible.
"I'm more concerned about that thing called consciousness than venom."
The ghostly voice was somewhat hoarse, yet it carried clearly throughout the hall.
"As you all just saw, Shi Nian unleashed his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body."
"Once the Remnant Dream Martial Soul awakens its true form, it will transform into an invisible illusionary fog, making it difficult for physical attacks to be effective."
"But that venomous dragon didn't even move an inch."
The ghost extended a finger and tapped its temple.
"It merely snorted coldly, releasing an invisible storm of mental energy."
"Shi Nian's martial spirit was forcibly crushed!"
Ghostly is a titled Douluo who specializes in mental and soul attacks, and he knows better than anyone how heaven-defying this method of shattering a martial soul from a distance is.
"Our Soul Masters in Douluo Continent also have the concept of spiritual power."
"But most of the time it's just used to explore the surrounding environment, or to assist in locking onto targets with soul skills."
"Only a very small number of soul bones or special head soul skills can barely launch a mental attack."
Ghost took a deep breath, his voice filled with a profound sense of powerlessness.
"But in that mortal cultivation world, it seems that spiritual power is treated as a regular weapon, or even a weapon that can kill people hundreds of miles away from the body."
"They call this divine consciousness."
"Think about it."
The ghostly figure surveyed the crowd in the hall.
"If our Spirit Hall's Title Douluo were to face such a monster with a vast divine consciousness..."
"Before we could even release our spirit rings, the opponent's thought rushed over and completely destroyed our mental world."
"Then what's the use of having all those soul skills and soul power?"
Ghostly's analysis was like a bucket of ice water poured directly over everyone in the Spirit Hall.
Silence fell over the hall once again.
Bibi Dong also leaned back in her chair, her brows furrowed.
The ghost was absolutely right.
The cultivation system in Douluo Continent places too much emphasis on the accumulation of physical body and soul rings, while the cultivation of spirit and soul is as rudimentary as a baby just learning to walk.
"And don't forget."
Bibi Dong slowly spoke, breaking the silence.
"The celestial curtain says that this venomous dragon is only an eighth-level demonic beast, comparable to a Nascent Soul stage cultivator."
"But it also has a prefix."
"Descendant of the Level 10 Golden Dragon King".
Upon hearing this, Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, their eyelids twitching suddenly.
"An eighth-level demon beast is already at the Nascent Soul stage."
"What about level nine? And level ten?"
Bibi Dong's slender fingers gently traced the armrests of the throne.
"This shows that in that so-called Chaotic Star Sea, the Nascent Soul stage is not the end at all."
"Deep in the ocean, there are definitely old monsters that are ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than this venomous dragon."
"The Mortal Cultivation World..."
Bibi Dong muttered these five words, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.
"This is no ordinary person."
"This is a hellish place where gods roam everywhere and monsters are as common as dogs."
……
at the same time.
Outside the city of Soto, in the Kingdom of Barak.
The atmosphere on Shrek Academy's playground was even heavier than that of the Spirit Hall.
The Shrek Seven Devils, who were just mocking Han Li's appearance and behavior, were now all like wilted eggplants.
They were all pale-faced and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Dai Mubai's dazzling golden hair seemed to have lost its luster.
He stared blankly at the huge vortex in the sky that was gradually calming down.
"One move..."
"A seventh-ring Soul Saint has vanished into thin air just like that."
Dai Mubai swallowed hard.
As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he had seen many powerful figures since childhood.
In his understanding, even if a Soul Saint-level expert encounters a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast, he can at least hold his own for a while or have a chance to escape.
But what he just saw completely overturned his understanding.
In front of that venomous dragon, Shi Nian was like a passing ant, easily turned into water by a breath or a spit.
There was absolutely no room for resistance.
"Master, you...you said that Soul Masters could do whatever they wanted in that world, right?"
Ma Hongjun stammered as he looked at Yu Xiaogang standing in front of him.
Fatty was terrified of dying, and when he saw how Shi Nian died, leaving not even a bone fragment, his legs trembled.
When asked this question by a student, Yu Xiaogang's face turned a deep shade of liver.
His hands, clasped tightly together behind his back, were locked in a tight knot.
"This...this was an accident!"
Yu Xiaogang forced himself to sound more confident.
"Tianmu just said that it's an alien sea, a place where monsters gather."
"When I said Soul Masters had an advantage, I was referring to their position in human markets!"
"As long as they're lucky and don't encounter such high-level demonic beasts, ordinary cultivators with weak physical bodies are still no match for us Soul Masters!"
Yu Xiaogang remained stubbornly defiant, attempting to maintain his authority.
But this time, the Shrek members didn't immediately agree as they had before.
People aren't stupid.
An ordinary cultivator?
That chosen one named Han Li, who was only at the Qi Refining stage, was already able to kill a Great Soul Master.
Elder Wu, who casually possessed the body, was in the Foundation Establishment stage.
No one can fathom just how deep the waters of the cultivation world run.
Tang San, standing at the back of the group, was now plunged into an unprecedented state of self-doubt.
He ignored Yu Xiaogang's excuses, his eyes fixed on the large pit on the light screen, corroded by the venom.
A storm was brewing deep within Tang San's heart.
"poison……"
"This is the real poison."
Tang San muttered to himself.
As a genius among the inner disciples of the Tang Clan in his previous life, he has always been proud of his mastery of poison-making and hidden weapon techniques.
He knew that the Tang Clan possessed many deadly poisons that inspired fear in people.
For example, the Yama's Decree. Once someone is poisoned by the Yama's Decree, even a titled Douluo will die from the poison in a short time.
However, all the poisons of the Tang Clan are based on pharmacology and meridians.
Poison must enter the enemy's bloodstream or be inhaled by the enemy to damage their physiological functions in order to kill them.
This requires a process and specific conditions.
However, the purplish-black venom that the venomous dragon spewed out in the picture.
It makes absolutely no sense!
It does not need to enter the bloodstream or damage the meridians.
It only needs to touch your skin, your clothes, or even the stone under your feet!
The corrosive power that can instantly melt hard rocks into nothingness is completely beyond the scope of pharmacology.
"If my hidden weapon comes into contact with this venom..."
Tang San made a terrible assumption in his mind.
His proud Buddha-wrath lotus, or the torrential rain of pear blossom needles.
If you get even a little bit of this purplish-black venom on you while in mid-air.
Before they even reach the other side, those precision mechanisms made of refined iron will probably turn into a pool of molten iron in an instant!
What made Tang San feel even more desperate was that thing called divine consciousness.
He remembered the Purple Demon Eye he had cultivated.
When the Purple Demon Eye is cultivated to a high level, it can also impact the enemy's spirit.
However, compared to the spiritual storm released by that venomous dragon, which was as substantial as a tsunami, his Purple Demon Eye was like a small match facing a raging flood.
"If the other party uses that kind of divine sense to directly lock onto me."
"Even my action of pulling out a hidden weapon on the night of the Twenty-Four Bridges under the bright moon would probably be interrupted instantly."
Tang San felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.
He transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, thinking that with the memories of his previous life, he could easily defeat this world of martial spirits.
But now the heavens have presented him with a higher-dimensional world of mortal cultivation.
Whether it's hidden weapons, poisons, or martial arts techniques.
Compared to the world-destroying methods of the cultivation world, they all seem so naive and laughable.
"What should I do?"
……
Meanwhile, all the forces on the Douluo Continent were still reeling from the death of Shi Nian.
The images on the celestial screen shifted once more.
Soon, the new window began to enlarge and gradually filled the entire sky.
[Current live stream perspective: Fourth Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Level 35 Soul Master, Avalanche.]
[Teleportation Location: Mortal Cultivation Realm, Human Realm, a cultivation family's residence on the border of the Yue Kingdom.]
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