Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 488 - 486 Dragon Son

"Breaking so many of my prohibitions and still thinking of leaving?!"

The colossal essence of the Dragon King hummed, a ripple appearing on its surface, followed rapidly by a ferocious head emerging—it was shockingly a pale, Fourth-order Early Stage Dragon Clan member, its scales pure white but eyes blood red, filled with a fierce hostility.

Without a second thought, Ning Daoran surged from beneath the earth, activating the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique to flee immediately!

"Buzz—"

But just then, a resounding crash in the sky, as thunderous rain fell, an overwhelming Spiritual Pressure of the Demon King descended, instantly making Ning Daoran’s legs as heavy as if they were filled with lead!

A prohibitive force materialized in the space, putting what seemed to be a heavenly restraint on the tunneling speed of the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique.

Ning Daoran frowned slightly, turning around with his sword ready.

A Nascent Soul Early Stage Demon Dragon was not entirely unbeatable!

"Tsks tsks!"

The sky darkened completely; that pale figure soared up, most of its body shrouded in mist, only revealing its ferocious head as it laughed, "Boy, who are you to possess such audacity?"

"As an Independent Practitioner Ning."

Ning Daoran smiled placidly, "May I know who the senior is?"

"I am the Dragon Son."

"Dragon Son?"

"Indeed."

That Demon Dragon’s gaze was icy as it laughed, "This Dragon King Mountain is named so because my mother lies buried here; she was the Dragon King, hence I naturally am the son of the Dragon King. What you covet, the Dragon King Essence, is indeed the relic left by my mother... huh... you Human Clan Cultivators really are audacious, to actually think these essences are heaven-sent gifts?"

"If that is so..."

Ning Daoran gave a slight bow of his fist, his brows filled with an upright and bold air: "I, Ning, am no despicable villain. Since the Dragon King Essence is a relic left by your mother, I shall not covet even the slightest bit. Senior, you have no deep grudge with me; since this is a misunderstanding, let’s just stop here. I will not disturb further and shall take my leave!"

Saying this, he turned to run!

"You still want to run?!"

The Fourth-tier Dragon Son’s eyes nearly bulged out, having never seen such a shameless person.

"If you want to leave, leave behind your life!"

The Dragon Son roared low, his body rapidly expanding, filling the entire space with white light, smirking, "Or, if you can defeat me, you naturally can leave!"

"Roar~~~"

The ferocious dragon head enlarged swiftly, transforming into a behemoth above the sky canopy, blood-red vertical pupils staring directly down at Ning Daoran.

It was an extremely uncomfortable sensation!

Ning Daoran’s gaze was steely, a Fourth-order Divine Speed Talisman, and a Fourth-order Prohibition Breaking Talisman in hand, ready to flee any moment.

However, the opponent was a Nascent Soul Early Stage Demon Dragon, and moreover, the son of the Dragon King, its bloodline must be extremely close to that of a True Dragon. If he were to flee now, it would be somewhat regrettable, as this was an excellent opportunity to temper his own cultivation.

"Go!"

Ning Daoran suddenly flung his arm, immediately awakening the Power of Eternal Green within him. Countless green tender vines densely shot towards the sky, interspersed with Golden Silk Swords, attempting a surprise strike on the formidable enemy.

"Roar!"

The Dragon Son bellowed, spewing out a sky-full of Fierce Flame pale dragon flames, looking extraordinarily extraordinary.

In an instant, the Eternal Green Vines were continuously burned, crackling loudly; even the dozens of Golden Silk Swords were instantly heated red-hot, becoming weak and powerless.

"Down!"

The Dragon Son commanded sternly, as clouds billowed in the sky, a terrifying claw descended from above.

Ning Daoran gritted his teeth, his body surging with the Sword Intent of the Returning to Nature Level Liangyi Sword Technique, a sword core within him humming incessantly, the Qiushui Sword in his hands slashing out instantly, splitting into dozens of brilliant sword lights!

"Pu pu pu~~~"

The sword lights rampaged, leaving deep sword marks on that Dragon Claw Dharma Form, although the power of the dragon claw decreased by more than half, it was still overwhelming, crushing directly downwards!

In the giant crash, the ground sank, the dragon claw striking out a terrifying gorge on the rocky mountain.

Subsequently, as the dragon energy infused in that strike was exhausted, the dragon claw disappeared.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a somewhat disheveled figure slowly got up from the underground, it was Ning Daoran manifesting the Dragon Demon Body, his entire body covered in patches of dragon scale skin, from his hairline a glowing dragon horn protruded from the right side of his forehead, his pupils turned into golden vertical ones, quite resembling a deity gazing down upon the world.

This Demon Dragon truly was extraordinary!

Ning Daoran had also once fought with a Nascent Soul Stage Fire Dragon True Monarch; that Fire Dragon True Monarch’s suppression did not feel as intense as this, sure enough in the system of demon beasts, bloodline is incredibly important, much more so than the lineage distinctions among human cultivators!

In the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World, bloodline is not that important, children born to Nascent Soul Stage Great Cultivators might ultimately only reach Golden Core, while commoners, as long as they possess a Spirit Root, still have the chance to reach the peak, to become a being at the Divinity Transformation Level.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, Human Clan Cultivation always had infinite possibilities, everything lies in human effort!

Not like the demon beasts, from the moment of birth, the bloodline has already determined the limits of this life.

"You’re not dead yet?!"

The Dragon Son squinted its vertical pupils, smirking, "Boy, your Golden Core is indeed exceptional! If not because I have been suppressed by that old thing for many years, losing patience, I wouldn’t mind making friends with you."

"If you want to kill, why hesitate!"

Ning Daoran soared into the sky, Qiushui Sword in the left hand, Big Green Dragon in the right, harshly slashing out a stunning blaze, the Big Green Dragon sweeping past, turning into a streak of golden light, filled with Blood Qi Power, ready to bisect the Dragon Son.

"Ha ha ha ha~~~"

The Dragon Son laughed heartily, swiftly gathering immense Dragon Energy around it, completely neutralizing Ning Daoran’s two Cultivation Techniques, then with an open maw, another surge of pale dragon flames descended from the sky!

’Not good!’

Ning Daoran’s eyebrows furrowed tightly. The moment the Dragon Son spat out Dragon Flame, a surge of Dragon King Spiritual Pressure descended overwhelmingly, leaving no chance to dodge!

"Whale Bone Shield!"

As the massive bone shield was summoned, Ning Daoran swiftly swung the Qiushui Sword dozens of times, instantly gathering strands of Ice Soul Essence Qi in the air to form a deep blue barrier.

Regrettably, the pale Dragon Flame fell like a river bursting its banks, instantly breaking through the defense of the Ice Soul Essence Qi, and then striking the Whale Bone Shield, causing it to sizzle and crack continuously despite being a Third-order top-grade ancient treasure!

It’s over, the Whale Bone Shield is completely destroyed!

A thought crossed Ning Daoran’s mind, wondering if the Dragon Son’s Dragon Flame was too exaggerated, capable of even destroying an ancient treasure?!

He hurriedly retreated while activating the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique, and scattered a mass of Class A and Class B Paperfolk on both sides, which instantly launched an attack from all directions.

"Trivial skills, not worth mentioning!"

The Dragon Son roared fiercely, his body emitting bursts of pale Dragon Flame.

Indeed, the Paperfolk kept melting, even the Class A ones could not withstand a single blow.

The combat power of this Dragon Son is too terrifying. Even a Cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Core could not get close, and Ning Daoran himself, being a monster, managed to withstand several attacks from the Dragon Son, which was already not easy.

"Rise!"

Ning Daoran, possessed by a killing intent, slapped his Storage Bag, and immediately Array Flags and Array Plates flew out, directly setting up the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation, Falling Star Array, Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation, and dozens of third-tier Stacked Formations around him!

"Formation?"

The Dragon Son squinted his eyes, evil light flickering within his blood-colored pupils, and sneered, "Boy, such a talent for the Array Path is truly rare, this seat offers you a chance to become a Dragon Servant, are you willing? If not, then die!"

Ning Daoran did not respond at all; he did not have the habit of chatting incessantly during battle. He waved the Qiushui Sword, activating twenty-four Golden Silk Swords fused with the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation, followed by countless sword lights soaring into the sky, heading straight for the Dragon Son!

"This is getting interesting!"

The Dragon Son laughed heartily. His body rotated, directly colliding with the formations using his own Dharma Form, while also summoning a large amount of pale Dragon Flame to fend off Ning Daoran’s attacks.

Thus, with each collision, a third-tier Array was completely destroyed.

Ning Daoran felt heartbroken, this trip... a rare total defeat, a huge loss!

Thunder lights swirled, turning into strands of Thunder Skill falling from the sky!

Even strands of Heavenly Dao characters fell from the sky, continuously smashing onto the body of the Dragon Son.

Ning Daoran, turned into a streak of afterimage, constantly changing positions within the formation, spewing strands of Nine Yang Extreme Flames to burn the Dragon Son’s flesh, but all these attacks were in vain, only depleting some of the Dragon Son’s Dragon Energy, without even causing a wound.

Even, the attacks from the Falling Star Array could only cause minor injuries to the Dragon Son’s flesh, completely unable to inflict heavy damage!

Very bad!

There was no chance to slay him, Ning Daoran frowned, already realizing the dire situation. Under these circumstances, there was no way to kill the opponent, not even breaking the defense was possible, unless he reached the Nascent Soul Stage, otherwise it was impossible to slay this Dragon Son. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Boy!"

The Dragon Son’s huge head swayed, sneering, "You have so many tricks, this seat is somewhat impressed by you; are you really not staying to be a Dragon Servant? If you don’t agree now, you will have no chance!"

"Dream on!"

Ning Daoran struck fiercely with his spear on the Dragon’s head, then tumbled along the Dragon Son’s spine, smashing all the way down.

"Courting death!"

The Dragon Son apparently lost patience too, coldly sneering, "Now is not the time to take action, when is? Should this seat invite you?"

"Yes, Master!"

A cold middle-aged man’s voice came from outside the formation.

Suddenly, numerous thunder lights gathered, and a figure fiercely slammed into the outermost layer of the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation, with just one strike, the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation buzzed loudly, and one of the Array Flags showed minute cracks.

"Hm?"

Ning Daoran suddenly looked up and saw a pair of eyes flickering with thunder light.

This person, in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!

Moreover, this person had no aura, a body stripped off its Divine Soul, a Dragon Servant mentioned by the Dragon Son!

This kind of thing, Ning Daoran had never heard of!

Can’t fight anymore, another Nascent Soul middle stage has arrived, being rash means death!

Ning Daoran immediately ignited a Fourth-order Lower Grade Divine Speed Talisman and a Prohibition Breaking Talisman, followed by casting several spells, retrieving several fourth-tier Arrays, these were too expensive to sustain continuous use, then twisted his body and retreated!

Within the formation, the Dragon Son continued to destroy third-tier Arrays, his gaze stern: "Don’t let him escape, he must be slain!"

"Yes, Master!"

The Dragon Servant, his body surging with Mana, enveloped with thunderstorm coming from all around.

"Sizzle~~~"

Around Ning Daoran, a streak of thunder light flashed, already employing the Instant Teleportation Divine Ability using the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique, but the opponent, a Nascent Soul middle stage, also used Instant Teleportation, thus Ning Daoran continued to teleport to increase the distance, relying on his profound Mana and short cooldown time for instant teleportation.

Thus, turning into a purple streak, he dashed rapidly across the sky, fleeing across two provinces before finally shaking off the Nascent Soul middle stage Dragon Servant!

"Whoosh!"

A streak of light landed on the rooftop of a tavern in the wilderness.

Ning Daoran wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, this wave was hugely unprofitable!