Chapter 959: Desperate Qiao Lin! Surrender!

Crackling—!!

Black lightning slashed through the air as Xu Jingming crushed the lightning dragon like a thunder god.

Compared to human Saint Warriors, the ninth-rank lightning dragon possessed far more indestructible matter.

But it made no difference—its body, restored by indestructible matter, was swiftly obliterated again by Xu Jingming.

Moreover, due to the SSS-class Chaotic Divine Thunder’s partial control over other lightning, the dragon couldn’t even escape—it could only endure the blows passively!

“Tsk, didn’t expect Xu Jingming to actually have some real skill.”

“Even Lord Alan might not have been this strong when he was mid-eighth rank.”

“What are you talking about? Lord Alan has always been the strongest!”

“......”

Qiao Lin and the other three had stopped running and hovered three kilometers away in the high sky, reduced to mere spectators.

“Did you record the video?”

“Recorded.”

“Good.”

Qiao Lin nodded, positioning herself above and to the right of the group.

A glowing metal sphere, the size of a basketball, floated silently there.

It was the most advanced photonic sphere, capable of capturing video and analyzing combat strength.

Although Qiao Lin didn’t believe Xu Jingming posed any real threat to Alan.

But given the power Xu Jingming had just displayed, it was genuinely terrifying.

With this battle footage, future targeting would be much simpler.

‘Ding! Killed one ninth-rank lower-tier beast, Purple Lightning Dragon. Energy Points +310,000!’

Three minutes later, as Xu Jingming’s spear pierced the dragon’s skull once more, a system alert chimed in his mind.

“Finally killed it—this Royal Dragon’s vitality is insane.”

Xu Jingming flapped his wings, gasping for breath.

Though the battle lasted only three minutes, its intensity was extreme!

He had used SSS-class combat techniques over ten times; without the Brilliant Thunder Ring to replenish his energy, he might not have defeated this Purple Lightning Dragon.

“But it was all worth it.”

Three hundred and ten thousand energy points alone made it worthwhile, not to mention the massive corpse of a Beast Royal.

The lifeless Purple Lightning Dragon plummeted helplessly from the sky; a flash of black lightning appeared, and Xu Jingming swiftly chased after it, storing the corpse in his space ring.

After absorbing the dragon’s essence blood later, his physical body should improve significantly.

“Already killed it?”

“Such terrifying power.”

“That dragon had zero resistance.”

“......”

Meanwhile, on the other side, Qiao Lin and the other three simultaneously let out gasps of astonishment.

Such an effortless kill made them feel the dragon wasn’t even a Royal-tier beast—it was just an ordinary Beast Royal.

In reality, this dragon could have wiped out their entire team in an instant.

“Lady Qiao Lin, what should we do now? Still go after Xu Jingming?”

One of the four, a tall, slender young man, spoke up.

“Go after him?”

Qiao Lin looked at him as if he were an idiot. “Do you think our strength surpasses that lightning dragon? Or do you have some hidden card to take down Xu Jingming?”

“No.” The young man shook his head quickly.

“Then that’s settled. Thank goodness that lightning dragon showed up—if not, we’d already be dead in Xu Jingming’s hands.”

Qiao Lin patted her chest, still shaken.

Her arrogance was built on the assumption that Xu Jingming was weaker than them.

Now that she saw how strong he truly was, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to attack.

“Prepare to flee. We’re about four kilometers away from him—he’s strong, but he can’t catch us.”

Saying this, Qiao Lin prepared to activate a flight combat technique.

Suddenly—

A piercing shriek of thunder rang from above.

Instantly, endless black thunder condensed into a lightning cage, trapping them within.

“It’s Xu Jingming’s restriction technique!”

Qiao Lin’s face darkened. “He cast this control technique from four kilometers away? How strong is his mental power?”

The other three also turned grim.

A ninth-rank Law Saint’s casting range was only two to three kilometers.

Xu Jingming was only mid-eighth rank, yet his casting range surpassed even a ninth-rank Law Saint’s!

“No time—we must break out. If Xu Jingming catches up, we’re finished. Rael, shield me!”

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Lin gave rapid orders.

Simultaneously, a deep crimson blood aura erupted from her body, forming a protective barrier instantly!

S-class defensive combat technique: ‘Blood Fortification’!

Though she possessed even stronger SSS-class defensive techniques, they required three to four seconds to cast—no time left.

So she could only use the S-class technique; the ninth-rank Wind Law Saint beside her did the same, quickly casting an S-class wind shield over her.

Swish—

Carrying two layers of shields, Qiao Lin shot forward, slamming into the lightning cage ahead!

“Ahh!”

The black Chaotic Divine Thunder pierced both shields in an instant, striking Qiao Lin directly.

The bone-deep agony made her scream; her SSS-class battle suit tore in multiple places, exposing large swaths of her fair skin.

But she had no time to care about exposure—she poured every last ounce of strength into breaking free from the lightning cage!

“Such terrifying thunder!”

Qiao Lin gasped heavily, blood staining her lips, yet she still shouted a warning:

“Two S-class shields broke through the barrier! Don’t hesitate—immediately...”

Before she finished speaking, the familiar thunder shriek echoed again.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!...

Endless black lightning converged, forming over a dozen stacked lightning cages, locking them firmly in place.

“You can’t escape. Hand over your space rings.”

A black eastern dragon, over two hundred meters long and formed entirely of lightning, flew toward them.

Xu Jingming stood atop its head, his pitch-black dragon eyes coldly fixed on them.

“Lady Qiao Lin, what do we do?” Xina asked anxiously.

“What else can we do?”

Gazing at the layered lightning cages, Qiao Lin’s face twisted with despair: “Surrender. Xu Jingming won’t harm us.”

As a Radiant-Level authorized member of the Ember Temple, Qiao Lin still had some last-resort cards.

But those cards carried massive side effects—leaving her weakened for two or three months.

If she could defeat Xu Jingming, fine. But she feared she couldn’t.

And judging by Xu Jingming’s performance, the chance of defeating him was virtually zero.

If so, better to surrender outright...