Chapter 238

But immediately after, he burst into wild laughter. "Hahahaha, evolution? Don't even think about it, you won't get that chance."

"Even if I send the Death Sub-Dragon to you, so what? You don't think you can kill this sub-dragon of mine, do you? Wishful thinking!!"

The voice faded.

Roar.

The Death Sub-Dragon roared, spitting out a mouthful of death dragon breath that transformed into a black torrent; wherever it passed, the earth was extinguished.

"Dragon breath? I can do that too."

Chen Ang grinned, showing no fear. Instead, he took a fierce step forward, his aura erupting, and then he opened his mouth, spewing out an even more terrifying death dragon breath.

Boom—

As the two streams of death dragon breath collided and erupted, the aura of death seemed to turn into rolling black mist, transforming this entire area into a land of darkness and corroding the earth.

However, the power of Chen Ang's death dragon breath was undoubtedly stronger.

Under the intense bombardment, Chen Ang's death dragon breath continuously crushed the Death Sub-Dragon's breath, madly pressing forward toward the Death Sub-Dragon.

"No, this is impossible!!"

Seeing this, the sub-dragon's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, and then it waved its staff and roared, "Go to hell!!"

"Great Meteorite Spell!!"

The staff waved.

A pale purple magic circle suddenly appeared above Chen Ang's head, and immediately after, a massive meteorite with a diameter of twenty or thirty meters plummeted down, carrying a rolling, vibrating aura as it slammed toward Chen Ang.

Chen Ang's gaze was cold, his heart stirred.

The power of his dragon breath grew even stronger.

Boom—

In an instant, it completely crushed the Death Sub-Dragon's breath and landed on the Death Sub-Dragon itself.

Although the Death Sub-Dragon possessed the power of death and had high resistance to it.

Chen Ang's dragon breath was simply too powerful.

After taking the hit head-on, the Death Sub-Dragon couldn't help but let out a painful cry; the spot where it was hit had its scales corroded, leaving a huge, bloody hole from which blood continuously gushed out.

At the same time.

Chen Ang didn't pause for even a second. Looking at the meteorite above his head, he swung the Death Dragon Spear in his right hand and thrust it out.

A strike of the dragon spear.

Faintly, a dragon soul coiled around it, and a dragon roar erupted.

A brilliant blood-red light shone the moment the spear tip touched the meteorite.

Boom!

A vibration erupted.

A terrifying shockwave swept in all directions.

And the meteorite was shattered instantly.

"With just you? You can't kill me!!"

After dealing with the meteorite, Chen Ang looked at Aaron and said coldly.

After the voice fell, he took a step and vanished from where he stood, turning into an afterimage as he charged forward.

The target was not Aaron.

It was the Death Sub-Dragon.

To Chen Ang, this Death Sub-Dragon was the priority.

Almost in a single breath, Chen Ang appeared before the Death Sub-Dragon.

This Death Sub-Dragon was powerful, at the Seventh Rank.

If it were the Chen Ang of the past, he certainly would not have been its match.

But for the current Chen Ang, a Seventh Rank Death Sub-Dragon no longer posed any threat to him.

His strength was growing too fast.

It wasn't as if he hadn't killed Seventh Rank Death Sub-Dragons before.

Furthermore, he now had the Dragon Fist skill, which carried the aura of laws.

As soon as he appeared, Chen Ang thrust his spear through.

"Roar."

The Death Sub-Dragon roared, its reaction speed extremely fast; enduring the intense pain, it covered its dragon claw with the power of death and, accompanied by a roar, swept its claw horizontally to collide with the tip of the Death Dragon Spear.

But the moment they touched, a violent shockwave erupted.

Immediately after, the Death Sub-Dragon's painful cry rang out.

Chen Ang had imbued the power of Dragon Fist onto the Death Dragon Spear, making this strike astonishingly powerful and imbued with the aura of laws.

With one strike, the Death Sub-Dragon's claw was pierced through, and dragon blood splattered onto the ground.

The Death Dragon Spear didn't stop after piercing the claw; instead, it continued forward, and with a *squelch*, it plunged into the Death Sub-Dragon's body. The mutated dragon might coiled and erupted at the spear tip, causing vibrations.

The dragon scales and the sub-dragon flesh within were shattered and rotted, splattering onto the ground.

An incredibly painful sound came from the Death Sub-Dragon's mouth, driving it into a frenzy, and it opened its bloody maw to attack Chen Ang.

"Get lost!"

Chen Ang sneered, his left hand forming a fist, and he slammed it into the Death Sub-Dragon's lower jaw. A powerful force erupted, knocking the incoming bloody maw away with a single punch.

Then, he unleashed his strength again, kicking the Death Sub-Dragon's body and sending it flying, where it crashed heavily into the ground in the distance, creating a large crater.

Before Chen Ang could make another move.

A voice filled with cold killing intent sounded from behind: "You bastard, go to hell!!"

Chen Ang looked back.

A sharp light flickered in his eyes.

Dense wind blades carrying cutting power came flying, and in mid-flight, they converged into a massive wind blade containing extremely pure wind power, even slicing through the air to form a temporary rift.

Aaron held his staff with both hands, his face pale, his internal magic power being consumed madly; this was his most powerful strike.

Don't let the fact that it was just one wind blade fool you; it was a high-level magic, capable of easily slicing through even a dragon's scale defense.

But...

"Nothing more than this!"

Chen Ang said indifferently, then swung the Death Dragon Spear and pointed it out.

The spear tip made contact with the wind blade.

The power of laws erupted.

The wind blade was shattered instantly!

"Impossible!!"

This scene left Aaron completely stunned.

He roared subconsciously.

He could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.

Faintly, a trace of panic emerged in the depths of his eyes.

He seemed to have underestimated the strength of this gifted one before him.

Even that Death Sub-Dragon...

Perhaps it wasn't his match either.

No, no!!

He couldn't die!

He still had a trump card.

Aaron thought to himself, a look of determination flashing across his pale face, and he began to retreat rapidly, seemingly wanting to put distance between himself and Chen Ang.

"Still have a trump card?"

Chen Ang's gaze flickered, but he immediately sneered. "Doesn't matter. It'll just let me see if you can send any more good things my way."

Having said that, Chen Ang lifted his foot and stomped down.

Hum.

Black mist condensed from rolling death power erupted, swallowing everything behind Chen Ang like a tidal wave, instantly shrouding the Death Sub-Dragon...

243: Wan Wan Xingta, Adam!