Chapter 500: Are The Dragonkind's Ancestors Divine Dragons From Chinese Mythology?

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior’s skill amplified Lin Moyu’s explosive power to an astonishing degree.

With a burst of strength reaching 7 million, it was already approaching the threshold of a fake God-level.

Although still slightly inferior to the might of the formation, the gap was negligible.

But Lin Moyu had no intention of matching the formation head-on. His true goal was to destroy the Magic Crystals embedded within it.

Like all formations, this one had its weaknesses. And in this case, it had been optimized solely for offense, abandoning any defensive functions.

The Dragonkind had likely assumed that under the formation’s relentless barrage, Lin Moyu would have no opportunity to strike back.

They had converted all defensive capabilities into raw offensive power, enabling the formation to rival fake God-level might.

And they had almost succeeded. Almost.

Lin Moyu forced a path forward using Focus Power, enduring wave after wave of crushing attacks.

He charged toward the Magic Crystals, and with a thunderous crash, his massive axe shattered the largest crystal at the heart of the formation.

It was the formation’s core.

In an instant, the formation’s power collapsed by half.

At the same time, Lin Moyu’s undead troops materialized, tearing apart the remaining Magic Crystals.

Just then, a dark figure appeared—over twenty meters long, its body covered in thick scales and lined with hundreds of tiny wings along its back.

It was a monstrous, serpent-like creature with an eerie, unsettling presence.

It was struck by Soul Blaze, sent tumbling to the ground, then quickly took to the air once more.

Lin Moyu used Detection.

[Dragonkind Ironscale Python]

[Level: 88]

[Strength: 1,000,000]

[Agility: 1,200,000]

[Spirit: 600,000]

[Physique: 1,500,000]

[Skill: Dragon Breath, Entangle]

[Trait: 50% Physical Damage Reduction]

“So this is an Ironscale Python.”

Lin Moyu finally understood what he was dealing with.

With a total attributes of 4.3 million and a level of 88, it was powerful enough, even without any special abilities.

Dragonkind Ironscale Pythons were a kind of rare, specialized weapon of the Dragonkind—monsters tamed, trained, and cultivated to serve them in battle.

When they were low-level, Ironscale Pythons didn’t have high base attributes.

But once they leveled up, and especially when stimulated by the Dragonkind’s special methods, their attributes would skyrocket.

At high-level, they could nearly rival atavistic bloodline Dragonkind of the same level.

Moreover, they were obedient, making them invaluable weapons.

But a level 88 Ironscale Python was a rarity even among the Dragonkind.

To think the Dragonkind would deploy it here just to kill him.

And with the Ironscale Python present, there had to be Dragonkind nearby as well.

Ironscale Pythons achieved peak combat power only when paired with an atavistic bloodline Dragonkind.

The Ironscale Python let out a shrill, piercing roar and charged at Lin Moyu once more.

Though Lin Moyu’s attributes still lagged behind the Ironscale Python’s, his superior combat skills bridged the gap.

Thanks to the curse, the Ironscale Python's speed had dropped dramatically. Combined with Lin Moyu’s flawless combat skills, the tide turned in his favor.

With damage amplified, the Ironscale Python’s defenses began to crumble, with scales shattering and flesh splattering.

Chunks of flesh fell into the pool below, sending the water into a violent turmoil.

Suddenly, smaller Ironscale Pythons burst from the pool.

Lin Moyu's eyes narrowed, “So the secret lies in the pool.”

He hadn’t given it much thought before. After all, pools were common across the Wind-Lightning Continent.

But this one was the crux of the entire secret realm.

Under relentless assault from the undead troops, the formation finally collapsed and, with a blare, shattered into fragments.

The undead troops surged downward, clashing with the small Ironscale Pythons that emerged from the pool.

But the small Ironscale Pythons were far weaker, no match for the undead troops. They were torn apart in moments.

All of a sudden, spatial ripples shimmered in the distance, and a spatial channel opened inside the secret realm, and two Dragonkind flew out.

Lin Moyu immediately recognized one: the Dragonkind commander who had previously fled from him.

He bore an atavistic bloodline, placing him among the highest tier of the Dragonkind, his status on par with Dragon Kings.

But with his level, he couldn’t control a level 88 Ironscale Python.

Which meant the other Dragonkind was the true master.

“So you finally showed yourself.” Lin Moyu smiled coldly.

The Ironscale Python stopped fighting and flew toward the newcomers.

Lin Moyu didn’t pursue; he watched in silence.

The Ironscale Python hissed softly, almost pitifully, like a child crying to its parent after being bullied.

The Dragonkind gently stroked it, offering comfort.

This was its master.

According to Dragonkind rules, only someone with both level 88 and an ancestral bloodline could control be the master of a level 88 Ironscale Python.

Lin Moyu grew serious. A level 88 atavistic bloodline Dragonkind was no joke.

“You’re Lin Moyu?” The Dragonkind asked in a low voice.

Lin Moyu smiled, “You already know the answer, so why ask? And what about you?”

“Level 88 atavistic bloodline Knight—Tatar.” He lifted his chin with pride.

Tatar was just one step away from becoming a Dragon King, and one with an atavistic bloodline at that, second only to the Dragon Emperor.

He had every right to be proud

Lin Moyu smirked, “And you, defeated foe?”

The other Dragonkind’s expression twisted in fury, and he let out a low growl.

Lin Moyu’s jab landed like a slap.

His pride could not tolerate the sting of defeat.

Tatar stepped in: “Where is the atavistic bloodline pride? So what if we lose once? We just have to return and fight again.”

The other Dragonkind nodded, his eyes burning with killing intent, “Level 85 atavistic bloodline Warrior—Tashir.”

“Tatar, Tashir… brothers, I presume.” Lin Moyu said flatly.

“Correct.” Tatar replied, “We are brothers. Who would’ve thought the human race could produce a genius like you? But do you know what I enjoy most? Slaughtering geniuses.”

“You survived the formation we set up; that alone proves your strength. You’ve earned my attention.”

“Soon, I’ll turn your skull into a necklace and wear it as a symbol of my strength.”

He flicked out his long tongue to lick the corners of his mouth, thick with the scent of blood.

Lin Moyu had no idea where this guy got his courage, or which deity gave him the confidence to think he could kill him.

That said, Lin Moyu wasn’t entirely sure he could kill Tatar either. After all, if things went south, the Dragonkind excelled at escaping.

Tashir whispered, “Brother, this guy’s strong. Be careful.”

Tatar burst out laughing, “Strong or not, he’s just a human. And only level 53!”

The comment stung Tashir, who’d been defeated by that very same level 53 human.

A greatsword appeared in Tatar’s hand.

Unlike most Knights who used sword-and-shield combos, Tatar chose a greatsword, trading defense for greater offense.

The Ironscale Python moved beneath him, allowing Tatar to stand on its head.

At the same time, their auras merged instantly, rapidly intensifying.

For the Dragonkind, the combination of atavistic bloodline and Ironscale Python represented their most powerful combat state.

“As a sign of respect, I’ll use my full power to kill you!” Tatar raised his greatsword high and roared, “Atavism!”

Unlike Tashir’s previous atavistic bloodline outburst, Tatar had far stronger control over his bloodline.

A massive Divine Dragon phantom materialized in the sky.

Lin Moyu was taken aback. This Dragon didn’t resemble the Dragonkind of this world—it looked like a Divine Dragon from Chinese mythology.

Seeing his dazed expression, Tatar laughed maniacally, “Shocking, isn’t it? That’s an ancestor of the Dragonkind! One day, I’ll fully revert and become a Divine Dragon!”

He roared again and charged forward.

At the same time, the Divine Dragon phantom merging into him, and his power surged. He was now cloaked in the Divine Dragon phantom’s form.

Lin Moyu was indeed shocked, but more by curiosity than fear.

He had a lot of questions. But now wasn’t the time.

His Focus Power skill was about to end.

Taking advantage of the skill’s final moments, he suddenly swung his axe.