Chapter 747: Limp-Legged Dragon, Did You Find Yourself A Mate?

Now at level 83, Lin Moyu’s soul force surged in constant waves, swelling to the point of near overflow.

After level 80, soul force grew dramatically with each level, and the increase only became more pronounced.

In truth, this surge offered a rare window for class users to move skill star cores within their skill space.

However, very few possessed the willpower to endure such a process. Moving a skill star core was extraordinarily difficult; only a handful ever succeeded.

Most class users delayed until after level 88, when they began preparing for attacking God-level. By then, however, it was already too late.

Lin Moyu’s soul rank was already far higher than most. With the added support of Divinity Force, each level-up granted him far more soul force than others.

Moreover, refined by the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal, his soul force was far purer.

As long as he maintained this momentum, his future would be nothing short of brilliant.

As for the greater world rune, Lin Moyu no longer gave it much thought. Sooner or later, he would crush it beneath his feet.

Lin Moyu had already plundered numerous skill star cores, leaving the skill space noticeably barren.

The skill space itself seemed to resist his presence, yet it was powerless to stop him.

After all, from a certain perspective, he was its master.

It was a strange contradiction: the master turned into a bandit to rob his own possessions.

The thought amused him.

From another perspective, however, he was simply reorganizing his belongings, moving valuables from a drawer into a secure vault.

Seventeen skill star cores still remained, shimmering with radiant light.

“I wonder what skill I’ll get this time.”

None of the remaining skills were weak. In fact, he had never possessed a weak skill to begin with.

Once transformed into star-grade law arts, their power would become even more astonishing.

The anticipation felt like opening a blind box, always exciting before the reveal.

His soul force coiled around the nearest skill star core and began pulling it away.

The restraining force within the skill space was formidable, but it could not stop a bandit who held the keys.

“Off we go. Time to find you a better home.” Lin Moyu muttered as he drew the skill star core away.

He had grown highly proficient at this process.

With his vast reserves of soul force, the task was almost effortless.

Within a few hours, the skill star core was extracted and transferred into the soul world.

With his recent level-up, his soul world had expanded once more, becoming increasingly vast. The distance between the stars widened.

The star-grade law art representing Deathwings was the most prominent. As the first star, it was surrounded by several planet-grade law arts.

This star-system-like structure was closest to the core of his soul.

Further out lay the two-star system formed by Bone Fangs and Bone Prison.

Beyond them were the stars of Undead Gaze and Elemental Resistance.

They glowed brightly, illuminating his soul world.

As the new skill star core entered, the surrounding stars shimmered in response, as if welcoming a new member.

Soul force flowed into it—not as violently as before, but still with immense force.

In the outside world, Antares had long since prepared himself to kill Lin Moyu a few dozen more times.

“Hey! Hurry it up! My hands are itching!” Antares shouted eagerly, as though killing Lin Moyu was the highlight of his day.

Lin Moyu glanced at him, “You have hands?”

Antares flared up instantly, “What do you mean by that? Of course I have hands!”

“Shouldn’t they be called claws?” Lin Moyu corrected calmly.

“What claws?! These are hands! Hands! Hands!” Antares exploded, repeating it three times.

Lin Moyu covered his ears, “Alright, alright. They’re hands.”

In the greater world, no race referred to their own limbs as claws. That term was reserved for other races.

To the Dragon Race, human hands were claws.

To the human race, the Dragons had claws.

Two minutes later, Lin Moyu said, “You can start now.”

Antares, who had long run out of patience, immediately exhaled a breath attack.

It carried searing heat, infused with the law of fire.

Though Antares had only a superficial grasp of the elemental laws, his attacks still reached the Transcendent God-level—more than enough to kill Lin Moyu.

“That’s what you get for insulting me! I’ll burn you to ashes!” Antares shouted, brimming with excitement.

Within the breath attack, Lin Moyu frowned. He was completely unharmed.

Even the undead army within his summon space had suffered only negligible damage.

He quickly understood why. It was all due to his Elemental Resistance passive skill.

This star-grade passive law art granted immunity to all elemental damage and reduced the damage from elemental laws onefold.

With the amplification from his talent, the damage was reduced 90-fold.

On top of that, his Damage Transfer skill applied another 90-fold reduction.

These effects didn’t simply stack; they multiplied.

The result was staggering: an 8,100-fold reduction.

What should have been a fatal strike felt like nothing more than a mere tickle.

Realizing this, Lin Moyu couldn’t help but feel a surge of shock.

His eyes turned before he sneered at Antares, “Hey, limp-legged Dragon, did you find yourself a mate or something? Why are you so weak?”

Antares froze. He could clearly see that Lin Moyu stood unscathed within the breath attack.

“What the hell!?” He said in disbelief, immediately unleashing another blast.

Yet once again, Lin Moyu felt nothing.

Antares was stunned, “Brat, did you take some kind of drug?”

“Take a guess.” Lin Moyu replied. He had no intention of explaining just yet.

Unwilling to accept it, Antares began testing other laws.

Round after round, the result remained the same: any elemental law inflicted only minimal damage.

However, when Antares switched to his physical power and unleashed a Transcendent God-level attack, the undead army was annihilated instantly.

After being killed out four times in succession, Lin Moyu’s talent finally activated.

Antares finally said, “Brat, start talking, or I’m going on strike.”

Lin Moyu chuckled and explained the synergy between his talent and the Elemental Resistance law art.

Antares’s eyes widened, “So that means… Transcendent Gods who have comprehended and cultivated elemental laws basically can’t kill you?”

Lin Moyu didn’t bother denying it, “That’s about right. Though not every Transcendent Gods comprehands elemental laws.”

Antares replied, “Most do. They’re the easiest to comprehend. But even without laws, Transcendent Gods’ raw physical strength is no joke. They can still threaten you.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “I understand. I won’t get arrogant. This skill just gives me a chance to survive against Transcendent Gods.”

The implications of Elemental Resistance went even further. He no longer needed to fear the Dragon Emperor.

The Dragon Emperor’s law of stone was also an elemental law, and at only half-step Transcendent God-level, he wouldn’t be able to harm him at all.

Now, Lin Moyu was fully confident in facing the Dragon Emperor head-on. So long as that formation wasn’t involved.

That formation was an exception. It was a deeper application of law, not a direct offensive law. Against it, Elemental Resistance would offer no protection.