I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 982: Chapter 982: The Fated Battle of Ten Thousand Years Ago

But after observing for a long time, Luo Bingxin couldn’t figure out what exactly Lin Yi did.

It wasn’t until she saw the three glowing red characters that she realized.

Dragon Slayer!

This guy, what exactly did he encounter before meeting me, to obtain a title that so effectively counters me?

"Hey, I’m telling you, this kid’s luck is really something. Right now, I can’t display all my past strength, but with this title’s debuff function, dealing with you all gets a lot easier."

Xiyue and Ao Shu both landed behind Lin Yi.

Neither of them intended to make a move. Recalling Xiyue’s calm look when Lin Yi was in danger earlier, Luo Bingxin suddenly realized that her actions seemed a bit clownish.

This confident attack, in their eyes, bore no threat at all.

After Wo Zhiqi finished speaking, he extended his right hand and then opened his palm.

The next moment, a mass of black, viscous, cold-emitting substance appeared around "Lin Yi’s" arm, resembling an obedient pet that even affectionately rubbed against its owner’s arm.

This is, the Divine River Song!

Feeling the dense Yin cold aura flowing within, Luo Bingxin’s heart couldn’t help but tremble.

Indeed, the Divine River Song, as rumored, possesses the power of extremity Yin and cold. If one could utilize this aspect of the Divine River Song to assist in cultivation, their strength improvement would be incredibly rapid.

Unfortunately, the current Luo Bingxin could only watch eagerly.

The Divine River Song recognizes its master; without the master, it cannot be controlled, nor can its power be unleashed, and one might even be eroded by its Yin cold power.

That kind of rapid cultivation progress can only remain in the imagination.

Now that Wo Zhiqi has appeared, even if he can’t display his full past strength, his combat power is not something Luo Bingxin can compete with.

Obtaining the Divine River Song, or even leaving this place safely, has become a mere luxury.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense, it doesn’t suit my persona. Let’s start the battle."

With Wo Zhiqi’s words, a strong wave of divine power erupted instantly.

Like a powerful shockwave, it violently struck Luo Bingxin and Old Xuan.

Old Xuan knew that facing Wo Zhiqi this time was fraught with danger.

For his master’s safe escape, Old Xuan faced no fear, and with a flash of his figure, he directly blocked in front of Luo Bingxin, shielding Luo Bingxin from this attack and dissipating the divine power shock from Wo Zhiqi.

As Wo Zhiqi said, he indeed can’t exercise the strong power he once possessed, but he can still harm Luo Bingxin.

Fortunately, Old Xuan preemptively used his divine power and Taichu to construct a shield, holding it in front of the two to quell Wo Zhiqi’s attack.

"Yo, not bad, you black eel, it’s been years and your strength has increased quite a bit, huh."

The black eel, naturally, refers to Old Xuan.

Old Xuan’s true form is also a dragon, and one with entirely pitch-black scales, whose bloodline is intensely close to the Dragon God’s lineage.

Speaking of bloodline power, Old Xuan is rather average.

In the entire Dragon Race of the Three Realms and Six Paths, at most, Old Xuan could rank in the middle tier.

If he hadn’t met a wise master, who knows where Old Xuan would currently be wandering, or perhaps he’d have perished in some war.

"Heh, Wo Zhiqi, as you said, you’re now just a spirit, lending a bit of strength to this kid, and you think it can set the battlefield? I’m not made of straw, with my current power, I’m far above what I was back then, while you, you’ve regressed! I’ll take out that kid right now."

With that said, Old Xuan raised the black giant scythe, enduring the pressure from the [Dragon Slayer] title, regardless of how much his attributes were decreased, channeling all his strength into that black scythe and then swinging it heavily towards where Lin Yi stood!

Back in the day, when he saw me, he just trembled with fear, and now this black eel actually dares to shout at me, oh how fickle the world is.

Today, even if not for Lin Yi’s sake, just based on Old Xuan’s attitude towards me, Wo Zhiqi would have to take him down, wouldn’t he?

As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

Wo Zhiqi indeed remains only a spirit, even if lent a top-notch body, he can’t reclaim his former combat power, but solely relying on the Divine River Song’s power, it’s not something Old Xuan can handle.

Wo Zhiqi disregarded Old Xuan’s arrogant words.

He knew very well, Old Xuan’s words were merely self-encouragement.

Arguing with him would be meaningless, better to give him a good beating.

The black giant scythe carried a terrifying gale, blowing across Lin Yi’s face.

The living black scythe, sensing its owner’s resolve, elevated its fighting spirit to the extreme, opening its bloody maw aimed at Lin Yi’s neck, ready to claim Lin Yi’s life at any moment.

Facing the fierce onslaught, Lin Yi, unhurriedly, raised his right hand.

When Old Xuan’s attack reached near him, he casually caught the black dragon’s neck, formed by the black scythe.

"Hey black eel, do you overestimate your belongings? Just with this junk, you think you can threaten me?"

To Wo Zhiqi, the black scythe indeed seemed like worthless junk.

But to Old Xuan, the black scythe was his most intimate battle companion, and indeed, the black dragon scythe was not as fragile as Wo Zhiqi made it out to be.

Wo Zhiqi grabbed the scythe’s tail, exerting a sharp force.

It looked like he was trying to reclaim control over the weapon, but in truth he was using Wo Zhiqi’s formidable power to pull himself closer.

A powerful sidekick aimed directly at Lin Yi’s chest.

A hazy black dragon silhouette emerged from Old Xuan’s body, transforming into a fierce silence, creeping from Old Xuan’s figure, closing in on Lin Yi abruptly.

"With just this trick, you want to hurt me?"

"With this lousy weapon...."

Wo Zhiqi’s words were not without ground.

Upon realizing the enemy’s malign intent, the Divine River Song was already preparing to strike.

Sure enough, when Old Xuan’s sidekick came charging in, the Divine River Song condensed into a massive black fist, ferociously striking towards Old Xuan.

By the looks of it, it seemed intent on immediately pounding one of Old Xuan’s legs into mince.

"Lord Wo Zhiqi, your power from ten thousand years ago indeed ranked among the top of the Three Realms and Six Paths, but times have changed. Over the years, your power has stagnated, while we have gained countless resources."

Following the direction of the voice, a sliver of Yu Guang was released.

He observed that little Luo Bingxin, at some unknown time, had appeared upon the massive fist formed by the Divine River Song.

In her hands, seals formed swiftly.

Skills compatible with her bloodline rapidly took shape.

Having ventured together through the Three Realms and Six Paths for so many years, the coordination between the master and servant was already seamless.

An old eel like Old Xuan that has lived for over ten thousand years, how could he lose his bearings merely from Wo Zhiqi’s taunts.

All this was merely to make Wo Zhiqi lower his guard.