I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Displaying Skill Before the Master

"Miss, don’t be afraid, the old servant is here for everything!"

"History will repeat itself. Ten thousand years ago, the old master defeated this guy and sealed him, forcing him to abandon his physical body and escape. Now, he has only his soul’s power left. Young master, you can certainly defeat him just like the old master did and seal him away! No, you must completely erase his soul!"

Old Xuan’s words made Luo Bingxin’s confidence surge.

Indeed, ten thousand years ago, her forebear defeated this guy, so why can’t it be her turn now?!

The Dragon Race is the noblest creature in this world.

As a descendant of Yinglong, Luo Bingxin wields the most extreme water control power.

Luo Bingxin is very confident, believing that in the Three Realms and Six Paths, no one can match her standard in this aspect.

Skillfully she used the water control spell condensed in her palm, then Luo Bingxin suddenly slapped down, striking the fist formed by Divine River Song.

"Break it for me!"

No matter how strong Divine River Song is, its essence is Nine Netherworld or ninety-nine rivers—it is still water.

Luo Bingxin couldn’t think of any reason for her to lose.

Sure enough, when the energy of the water spell exploded, the fist formed by Divine River Song shattered into pieces like glass, scattering away!

What!

Xiyue and Ao Shu, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, instantly became unsettled.

The ever-victorious Divine River Song was shattered by a young girl’s casual palm—this is unbelievable.

Most importantly, Old Xuan was suddenly advancing towards Lin Yi.

Black scales quietly appeared on his fist and rose up, turning into a spiked glove aimed at Lin Yi’s face, striking down fiercely.

"You think you’re wild?! This is not your era anymore. Just a remnant soul, and you think you can surpass me, Black Jiao?! Remember, I’m not a loach; I am a Jiao Long!"

Thousands of years of experience made this master-servant duo become the most trusted partners. Their cooperation was seamless.

The members of Dark Rising originally thought Wo Zhiqi, this legendary Ancient Great God, would crush Luo Bingxin and her servant, but merely a face-to-face encounter made Wo Zhiqi quite passive.

The size of the Black Jiao Scythe shrank instantly, plus Old Xuan’s force and the smooth scales covering its surface, Old Xuan smoothly pulled his weapon out of Lin Yi’s hand.

Grabbing the tail of the Black Jiao Scythe, Old Xuan exerted force again, and the head of the Black Jiao Scythe once again reached the forefront, opening its bloody maw and attacking Lin Yi.

"Go die."

The attack form of Divine River Song was temporarily shattered, needing a second to regroup.

To ordinary people, a second flashes by.

But to a master of Luo Bingxin’s level, a second holds infinite possibilities.

Toward the Black Jiao biting her neck, endless darkness was all she could see within its bloody maw.

Lin Yi had witnessed its destructive power before—even the Demon-Slaying Golden Immortal Array’s shield was not as hard as its teeth.

Such a sharp attack would pierce through Lin Yi’s neck so simply?

Above, was the watchful Luo Bingxin.

This girl’s strength is not as fierce as Old Xuan, her realm not as steady as Old Xuan’s.

Yet she can rely on her bloodline to unleash terrifying combat power.

The members of Dark Star were extremely worried.

They fear the originally favorable situation would end in defeat.

Wo Zhiqi’s strength is indeed formidable.

But at this moment, what he’s borrowing is Lin Yi’s body—how could this body withstand such terrifying attacks?

Bang bang!

Two loud noises rang out.

Old Xuan and Luo Bingxin’s attacks landed on Lin Yi without suspense, both hitting predetermined positions.

However, the imagined cries of anguish did not follow.

That confident smile, they don’t know when it completed its shift, moving from Luo Bingxin and Old Xuan to Lin Yi’s face.

It was a pale sense of powerlessness, akin to an ordinary person attempting to shatter a several-ton boulder with a punch—let alone shattering the boulder, even moving it seems impossible.

How is this possible!

Incredulity etched on the faces of Luo Bingxin and Old Xuan.

As a human, no matter how Lin Yi’s body is trained, it can’t match the physical toughness of the Dragon Race.

In terms of strength, there’s a substantial gap between Lin Yi’s Divine Power realm and theirs.

Even if Wo Zhiqi has the top rank, this won’t alter the fact—how did Lin Yi block their attacks?

In a moment of shock, Old Xuan heard Luo Bingxin’s reminder, immediately launched himself from his position, putting distance between himself and Lin Yi.

Just one Soul Body possesses such strength—who could imagine what a terrifying being Wo Zhiqi was in life?

Thinking of this, Luo Bingxin couldn’t help but doubt herself.

Can she defeat Wo Zhiqi with her strength, even if Wo Zhiqi now has only his soul left, it doesn’t mitigate Luo Bingxin’s doubts.

"Ah, really, with your two’s strength, do you have the rights to cause trouble here?? Besides, my eyesight of Wo Zhiqi is very poor. If Lin Yi doesn’t have extraordinary skills, why would I help him?"

At the same time activating [Unbreakable] and [Immovable], Wo Zhiqi successfully blocked both of their attacks.

At this moment, even Wo Zhiqi had to admit that what Lin Yi eats is only coarse cereal.

Simultaneous activation of these two skills consumes no small amount of Divine Power and Taichu, yet instant activation nearly costs nothing.

The members of Dark Rising, in disbelief yet full of admiration, watched as Lin Yi raised his hand.

In this law-of-the-jungle Three Realms and Six Paths, age and seniority aren’t what determines importance.

Only by being strong enough, only by having hard enough fists, can one earn others’ respect.

Every Dark Star expert present had a Divine Power level much higher than Lin Yi, but in terms of physical toughness, each one of them felt ashamed.

None of the Dark Rising members present could endure alongside Old Xuan’s attack with their body, let alone being easily slain if they were alone.

Lin Yi’s strength is such—how can they not be impressed?

Or rather, is Wo Zhiqi controlling Lin Yi to raise his hand?

"My name is Wo Zhiqi, known to all as the God of Huaihai."

"Luo Bingxin, do you really think your water control ability surpasses mine?"

Wo Zhiqi spoke, sneering coldly.

"If it weren’t for numbers, how else could your incompetent ancestor have defeated me, sealing me away in that place."

"Today, even if you don’t kill Lin Yi, I will still settle accounts properly, and after killing you, I will return to that place and deliver the message of your Yinglong lineage’s annihilation to your still-conscious ancestral soul."

What?

The soul still exists?!

Upon hearing this, Old Xuan and Luo Bingxin’s thoughts were instantly dispersed.

And it was in this moment that Lin Yi extended that golden claw.

Then, a crystal-clear water droplet hovered above the claw, starting to spin.

As the spinning speed accelerated, the water droplet in Lin Yi’s hand grew larger, eventually forming into a water whirlwind, raging above Lin Yi’s palm.