I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Crushing Old Xuan! The Terror of Ao Shu

"Yeah, let’s act together and make the most of our time. Even though we’re not top-tier fighters, we can definitely help when facing Lin Yi."

Old Xuan was quite puzzled. Such shameless words could be spoken so confidently by these guys; it was truly eye-opening.

Cooperate and act together with such people? Impossible!

Someone who could betray their companions once could naturally do it again. Keeping such trash around is like having a bomb strapped to oneself that could explode at any moment.

Right after receiving Luo Bingxin’s command, Old Xuan raised his right hand, gathering Divine Power and Taichu in his palm, transforming it into a hand blade and striking at several fence-sitters.

"Trash like you dare to cooperate with us? Ha ha! Go die!"

As Old Xuan’s words fell, the sound of something roaring through the air echoed.

The four fence-sitters, completely caught off guard, were instantly petrified in place.

They had already witnessed Old Xuan’s terrifying strength.

At such a close distance, Old Xuan could easily kill them with a single blow; it was absolutely not a difficult task!

In extreme fear, all they could do was tremble on the spot, losing control of their bodies and watching helplessly as Old Xuan’s hand blade came closer to their heads.

How did we never notice Old Xuan was this ruthless!

The members of the Dark Rising Organization who hadn’t compromised couldn’t help but reflect internally.

They understood that once those fence-sitters were killed, they would soon follow.

They held great disdain for the fence-sitters.

Yet, at this moment, they hoped their fence-sitter companions would move and buy them some time to restore their control over their Divine Power.

But things didn’t go as they wished.

If they had courage, they wouldn’t despise the fence-sitters when the situation was one-sided.

Just when everyone thought the four fence-sitters would be instantly slain, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Old Xuan, raising a hand to easily block the falling hand blade.

"Wow, I never realized your ambitions were so great."

"I guess it’s my fault for not interacting with you enough, so I couldn’t tell. At least I arrived in time."

This, how is this possible?!

Old Xuan stared at the young woman in front of him with fury.

He gathered all his strength in his arm, trying to complete the strike he was intercepted on and kill the four fence-sitters he had marked for death.

Yet something miraculous happened.

No matter how hard Old Xuan tried, even with his expression twisted in fearsome fury, he couldn’t press his hand down an inch.

"This, how is this possible?! I’m clearly not depleted, so why have my attributes decreased so much? I am clearly far superior to this woman, so why do I feel such unease in her presence?"

The stronger the creature, the more its bloodline affects its combat power.

Beings like the Dragon Race pursue their Bloodline Power to an unimaginable level of obsession.

At this moment, Old Xuan started deceiving himself for the sake of his dignity.

Facing Ao Shu wasn’t simply discomfort.

Exaggerating nothing, Old Xuan felt deep palpitations for his attack.

His brain told him that his strength and level were far above Ao Shu, that he could completely crush her.

Yet his body trembled uncontrollably, even wresting control from his brain, staggering backward several steps.

This, how is this possible!

Having survived for thousands of years and sparred with innumerable strong opponents, Old Xuan was not encountering such a situation for the first time.

The first time was when facing Lord Yinglong.

Here, Yinglong is not a level within the Dragon Race, but the name of a dragon who was the first strong hand in Ancient Times, solving numerous troubles for its master.

The next was when facing Luo Bingxin.

Why did Old Xuan show such respect despite being able to crush Luo Bingxin?

Old Xuan calls Luo Bingxin "Miss" because she inherits the Yinglong lineage. Forget fighting; in Luo Bingxin’s presence, he lacks any fighting spirit and only wants to bow down to her.

Why could they evade detection from the Dark Rising Organization’s identity system? Because the Yinglong lineage is beyond imagination. As long as they possess vital essence, they can even evade system detection.

Why could Luo Bingxin confidently create such a stir at the Dark Rising headquarters? She relies not only on the Four Great Corpse Kings.

The Dragon Queen is an inheritor of the Dragon God’s lineage. If she knew Luo Bingxin’s identity, she’d likely abandon her original stance and side with Luo Bingxin.

"You, are my kind."

Ao Shu stared at Old Xuan and said seriously.

"But I can clearly sense your Bloodline Power is inferior to mine, although your strength is quite good. Would you consider joining me and serving me?"

What!? Old Xuan is of the Dragon Race?

Ao Shu’s Dragon God identity is not much of a secret in the Dark Star.

Hearing the words "kind" from Ao Shu’s mouth, doesn’t this mean Old Xuan is Dragon Race?!

This guy evaded the Dark Rising system’s detection, hiding his Dragon Race identity for thousands of years—how terrifying. If he can elude such important detection, one can only imagine what other scary secrets he might harbor.

"You, you arrogant creature."

Old Xuan had long known Ao Shu’s identity and understood that fighting Lin Yi necessitated confronting Ao Shu.

But he didn’t expect to be in such a passive situation once hostilities began.

For Old Xuan, who prides himself as a Dragon Race warrior, this was disgraceful.

Watching Ao Shu easily resist Old Xuan’s attack, the rescued fence-sitters shed tears of gratitude in unison.

This, this, this!

Could it be a blessing in disguise?

At that moment, including the fence-sitters, the Dark Rising members finally understood why the Dragon Queen valued this young girl so highly.

Despite being far behind in Divine Power Level, being able to restrict Old Xuan to the point he was helpless, just this was enough to illustrate Ao Shu’s worth.

Tears of joy flowed uncontrollably as the stone in the fence-sitters’ hearts was finally laid to rest—they were saved!

Feeling the change in atmosphere around him, Old Xuan’s sense of shame exploded, his face turning crimson while his muscles tensed, trembling, yet unable to move.

Just as Old Xuan resolved to defy his instincts and attack Ao Shu at all costs, a cold voice echoed.

"Let it be, Xuan, you’re not her match."