Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 617 - 615: Battle of the Dragons

"Take action!"

When True Monarch Du’e shouted "Take action," Ning Daoran had already silently arranged over fifty arrays in the surrounding area. The outer perimeter was laced with arrays such as the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation and the Falling Star Array, while the inner perimeter was fortified with formations like the Mirror Flower Water Moon Formation and the Fiery Fire Fish Dragon Formation. These arrays consisted of either killing arrays or support arrays like confusion arrays or illusion arrays that aided the movements of the spiritual beasts.

The reason for placing Third-tier Arrays in the inner perimeter was simply because of their low refinement cost. Since they were destined to be easily demolished by the Nascent Soul Late Stage demon beast, it was better to use cheaper arrays.

"You all... court death!"

The Black Dragon let out a low growl and suddenly opened its colossal maw. The moment its scorching Dragon Breath spewed forth, a terrifying and mighty Nascent Soul Late Stage spiritual pressure erupted. True Monarch Du’e, who was at the forefront, hesitated momentarily before being slapped away by a claw formed from the Black Dragon’s condensed essence!

"Boom~~~"

The Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella groaned as it shielded True Monarch Du’e, sending him crashing against the charred cliff face.

"Attack!"

Ning Daoran leapt into the air with the Big Green Dragon in hand, his surroundings suddenly erupting with the figures of numerous Paperfolk, which surged from all directions toward the Black Dragon in an attempt to buy some time.

At the same time, Big Stupid Deer, Little Bai, and Little Qing shot out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, launching a three-pronged attack on the Black Dragon’s massive body from the left, right, and rear.

"Get lost!"

Roaring in fury, the Black Dragon twisted its colossal body through the air. Thick streams of Chaos Qi engulfed its claws, slamming down ruthlessly onto Big Stupid Deer’s antlers. Sparks of golden light scattered from the fierce collision of their unparalleled spiritual powers.

However, the Black Dragon’s formidable reserves were clearly superior. With a serpentine twist, another claw descended with a resounding "Boom," mercilessly swatting Big Stupid Deer away.

Behind the Black Dragon, Little Bai unleashed his sword, summoning countless Ten-thousand-year-old Stakes that stretched from every direction, quickly coiling around the beast’s immense tail. Yet the Black Dragon’s physical strength was monstrous. With a flick of its tail and an erupting blast of spiritual pressure, the Ten-thousand-year-old Stakes were shattered into splinters. In an instant, its tail whipped cleanly, flinging Little Bai into the air as his body spun away into the distance.

Meanwhile, Little Qing transformed into a wisp of verdant mist, enshrouding a section of the Black Dragon’s scales, tirelessly corroding it with the power of vengeful spirits.

When the Black Dragon swung its claws to dispel the mist, Little Qing dissolved and reformed, leaving the creature at a loss for what to target.

This time, Little Qing—a Fourth-tier Evil Spirit—managed to contribute meaningfully to the battle.

As the Black Dragon’s attention became increasingly divided, Ning Daoran, who had been targeting its abdomen, vanished amidst a crackling surge of lightning. In the next moment, the Big Green Dragon transformed into a blood-red streak dozens of meters long, slashing viciously at the Black Dragon’s head!

"Boom~~~"

At the moment of impact, Ning Daoran felt as if his strike had landed on an iron wall. His hand went numb, and his entire arm throbbed with weakness from the recoil.

"Go!"

A streak of golden light shot out as the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror appeared in the sky, casting a halo of radiant light that enveloped a large portion of the Black Dragon’s immense frame.

"The Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror..."

The Black Dragon’s serpentine body coiled as its gaze darkened with even greater murderous intent.

With a wave of his hand, Ning Daoran summoned the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation. Shoots of tender, golden bamboo swayed in formation, each bamboo leaf infused with sword intent. Under Ning Daoran’s control, twenty-four Golden Silk Swords pierced the forest canopy, tearing through the air like falling meteors.

The sword formula activated, transforming the Golden Silk Swords into a dense rain of blades!

"Puff puff puff~~~"

The Black Dragon crouched into a defensive posture, contracting its body. A pitch-black aura emanated from its form, enveloping it in an impenetrable energy shield. The torrent of Golden Silk Swords crackled uselessly against this obsidian barrier, unable to pierce through to the dragon’s scales beneath.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

With a booming shout, the Black Dragon unleashed a tangible wave of spiritual pressure, followed by opening its enormous mouth. It lunged forward as though preparing to swallow Ning Daoran whole.

The suffocating stench of blood filled the air. Ning Daoran brought the Big Green Dragon upright and bellowed. Behind him, the aura of his Dragon Demon Martial Infant surged violently. The Big Green Dragon grew to a massive length, forcibly holding open the Black Dragon’s jaws. Yet the raw impact of the beast’s lunging force still sent Ning Daoran tumbling through the air!

"Boom~~~"

The resounding impact hurled Ning Daoran into the rear wall of the main hall. Countless carved runes were obliterated, and the entire hall trembled ominously. Unable to withstand both spiritual pressure and brute force, Ning Daoran coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

True Monarch Liu Yun witnessed this and swiftly flung dozens of array flags into the air. "Swish swish swish!" Seven or eight Pocket Arrays descended, encapsulating the Black Dragon’s massive head. Simultaneously, two Spiritual Treasure Level Flying Swords attacked its vulnerable spots from either side.

But even True Monarch Liu Yun was unable to stand alone against the Black Dragon. A piercing Dragon Roar sent him hurtling through the air, crashing into a row of jagged stone peaks behind the main hall, grievously injured.

"Once more!"

As True Monarch Du’e was sent flying along with his umbrella by one claw, Ning Daoran seized the opportunity. His left hand snapped open, summoning nine dragon shadows that howled through the air, entangling the Black Dragon from all sides. Dodging its counterattacks using the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique, Ning Daoran closed the distance and drove his spear into a golden scale on the dragon’s forehead.

To slay a demon beast of this vitality, the only way was to strike directly at its fatal points—any other attack would be futile.

"Woo~~~"

Big Stupid Deer stomped along the rhythm of the Five-Colored Deer Chanting Technique, sending out invisible blades toward the same golden scale. At the same time, it rammed its antlers into the Black Dragon’s abdomen, producing a cascade of fiery sparks as antlers clashed with scales.

Standing firmly on the Snow Soul Sword, Little Bai extended his hands to summon countless vines of thorns, ensnaring the Black Dragon’s hindquarters in a desperate bid to stall its movements. Though his pale face betrayed his exhaustion, he carried on relentlessly.

"Attack!"

True Monarch Du’e deployed over a dozen flying swords to aid the assault.

True Monarch Liu Yun likewise summoned two Spiritual Treasure Level Flying Swords, coordinating their attack from either flank.

With three Nascent Souls—each accompanied by their Nascent Soul Level spiritual beasts and evil spirits—working in unison, the Black Dragon finally began to show signs of fatigue after hundreds of exchanges. It was no longer the invincible force it had seemed at the start of the battle.

...

"Puff~~"

With a decisive strike by one elusive Golden Silk Sword, the golden scale flipped upward and was pierced through. Beneath it, the resilient dragon skin began to emit a glowing light as a crimson web of laws tried to regenerate, forming a new protective scale.

Ning Daoran would not grant it this chance. He plunged his spear downward immediately!

Secret skill! Azure Dragon Whirlwind Strike!

"Buzz buzz buzz~~~"

A shrill whistling erupted as the tip of the Big Green Dragon spun violently, resembling an unstoppable drill. With a tearing sound, it shattered the crimson rules in their infancy and bored a fist-sized hole through the dragon’s flesh. Blood spilled forth as the dragon’s defenses were finally breached!

"The pain is unbearable!"

The Black Dragon roared in agony and swung its head wildly. One claw descended like a falling star, pinning Ning Daoran against a nearby stone wall, embedding him deeply within it. Only his left hand remained visible, clutching a sword formula.

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Dozens of sharp golden shuttles shot forward—it was the Golden Silk Sword infused with dense Geng Metal Essence. Like a school of predatory fish tearing into prey, the swords repeatedly stabbed the wound. The gash widened rapidly, resembling a basket, and revealed the dragon’s skull beneath.

"Excellent!"

True Monarch Du’e shouted in excitement: "Keep going!"

He retracted the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella and held it horizontally across his chest, enduring a ferocious claw strike from the Black Dragon. Spitting out a mouthful of essence blood into the sword array’s airspace, he swept his right hand outward. Over ten high-grade flying swords emerged from the umbrella’s shaft. Empowered by the infused blood, they sang with a relentless vibration as they took flight!

"Boom boom boom~~~"

Explosive crashes echoed like thunder, revealing True Monarch Du’e’s trump card hidden within the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella. The coordinated assault of the high-ranking flying swords caused faint cracks to appear on the Black Dragon’s skull.

"Brother Du’e, impressive as always!"

Ning Daoran exclaimed in approval as he emerged from the debris, leaping through a series of lightning arcs to reappear directly in front of the Black Dragon’s face. With its imposing glare still fixed on him, he unleashed three consecutive strikes at full strength, his body ablaze with vitality. The fractures on the dragon’s skull grew like spiderwebs, spreading rapidly.

"Roar~!"

Big Stupid Deer was invigorated. Truly worthy of being the boss!

"You despicable wretches!"

The Black Dragon thrashed violently, its body consumed by fiery rage. Its gaze brimmed with murderous intent. "Today, all of you will die!"

"Nonsense!"

True Monarch Du’e retaliated with a ferocious surge: "The only one dying here today is you and your cow!"

Hearing this, an inexplicable sadness welled up in the Black Dragon’s eyes.

The pain, it was too much to bear!

"Go!"

Ning Daoran, indifferent to the sentiment, summoned the Blood-drinking Sword and plunged it into the gaping wound. The blade sank down to its hilt, greedily absorbing the Black Dragon’s blood. In mere moments, the sword began to emit a resonant hum as its Treasure Essence Qi surged to the level of a Top Grade Spiritual Treasure, still climbing toward the level of a Supreme Spiritual Treasure.

Enraged, the Black Dragon swiped a massive claw, batting Ning Daoran aside once more.

Midair, Ning Daoran spread his hands apart. Dual Yin Sword Intent flowed effortlessly through his form. "Go, drill through it for me!"

Another treasured blade burst forth from his brow—it was the Fire God Sword!

At the same time, the Blood-drinking Sword emitted a low hum, pulling free from the wound. Together, the two swords spiraled downward like a gale, embodying the Yin Yang principles of the Liangyi Sword Technique. The Fire God Sword blazed with Yang energy, while the Blood-drinking Sword carried the chill of Yin. They fused into a deadly vortex and struck the Black Dragon’s forehead with unrelenting force!

"Boom~~~"

A catastrophic shockwave rippled outward. True Monarch Du’e and True Monarch Liu Yun were both forced to retreat, shielding their eyes from the blinding explosion. The sheer intensity of the unleashed power wasn’t something on the level of Nascent Soul Early Stage!

It could only be said that Ning Daoran’s depth of cultivation was leagues beyond ordinary cultivators!

"Crack~~"

Amid the swirling winds, a crisp sound was heard. The Black Dragon’s forehead shattered under the brutal assault, exposing a layer of raw flesh and—deep within—the critical structure of its brain!

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