The Wang family patriarch, who was in the sky commanding six True King-level spirit beasts to besiege the Frost耀 Bone Dragon, froze, his fingers trembling as he stared in disbelief at the head串子 in Qian Er's hand.
Those were his descendants, many of whom didn't even know of his existence until today, but now, they had died there.
Without his wisdom, the pressure on the six True King-level spirit beasts suddenly increased dramatically.
The Frost耀 Bone Dragon naturally wouldn't miss this golden opportunity, and ice transformed into a halo, pushing all six spirit beasts away.
Because of magic immunity, most of these spirit beasts' ranged attacks were restricted, forcing them to engage in close combat with the Frost耀 Bone Dragon while also being wary of the ice on its body.
Being frozen at this time was no different from being dead.
So, the moment the ice halo approached, they all retreated, which gave the Frost耀 Bone Dragon the perfect opportunity to strengthen itself.
An ancient and solemn dance was performed by the Frost耀 Bone Dragon in the air.
Dragon Dance!
The Frost耀 Bone Dragon's attack and speed were all increased by one level, or 50%.
Seeing this scene, the spirit beasts and the Wang family patriarch felt like the sky was falling.
At this time, the Wang family patriarch couldn't care less about the grief of his sons and grandsons being wiped out by Qian Er, because he was now facing the strengthened Frost耀 Bone Dragon, and if he didn't handle it well, he would have to personally accompany his sons and grandsons.
"Fall back! Stall! Stall until the end of his Dragon Dance!"
At this moment, the Wang family patriarch's voice was even a little out of tune, the Frost耀 Bone Dragon gave him too much pressure, even a feeling of facing Du Xiuming's siege during the Eight Kings Rebellion, equally helpless.
Quasi-God! A True King-level Quasi-God!
He gritted his teeth secretly, if the spirit beast hadn't already been chosen and couldn't be replaced, even if it died, it would only be one less spirit beast slot forever, instead of taming a new one, he would have personally cultivated a Quasi-God.
In the end, he suffered from being famous too early.
His descendants after that didn't inherit his talent, and even those who had Quasi-Gods didn't break through to True King.
"What a tragedy!"
He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, Quasi-God cubs were nothing to him, the direct line of his descendants with spirit beast master talent were all equipped with a Quasi-God cub, but none of them could be cultivated, if his family also had a True King-level Quasi-God, there wouldn't be such trouble.
Until now, the Wang family patriarch hadn't thought that the Frost耀 Bone Dragon had surpassed the Quasi-God and become a true Divine Beast.
Listening to his words, Qian Er smiled slightly, this was to go fishing, and Qian Er, as a legendary bait, immediately smelled the taste of fishing.
Now, the Wang family patriarch's spirit beasts were all huddled up, and the Frost耀 Bone Dragon really couldn't take them down for a while.
How should this situation be broken?
It's very simple, just send the Blood燃 Saint over.
But if that's the case, his side would be completely empty, after all, he doesn't have a third True King.
The Wang family patriarch would hold back Qian Er's two spirit beasts, preventing them from coming over, while Qian Er's side would be completely empty, and only one True King-level spirit beast would be needed to carry out a beheading.
It can be said that if Qian Er sends out the Blood燃 Saint, it would really be two old generals facing each other.
He has a better choice, without betting his life.
He glanced at the Frost耀 Bone Dragon, which was circling in the sky, occasionally firing a few Bone Forests or Frost耀 Lights at the turtle shell formation below, and the Frost耀 Bone Dragon immediately understood Qian Er's thoughts.
It roared to the sky in the air, and white light lit up on its body.
It was the light of evolution.
Seeing this scene, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in the Wang family patriarch's heart.
"What is this?!"
He widened his eyes, looking at the giant beast in the sky in disbelief.
He was naturally no stranger to the light of evolution, but that's why he couldn't believe it, after all, how strong was the Frost耀 Bone Dragon, and it could still evolve at this time, then what was there to play?!
Soon, the white light dissipated, and a giant beast with thick bones, which looked very powerful, appeared in the Wang family patriarch's eyes.
It was the Frost耀 Bone Dragon that had activated its Divine Job form, more inclined to physical attacks, and it had just been strengthened by a Dragon Dance, maximizing its attribute advantages.
In the sky, the soul fire in the Frost耀 Bone Dragon's eye sockets burned fiercely, flashing with excitement.
This was the first time it had entered this form to fight, and the enemy happened to be the enemy from the beginning, and it could easily crush them, there was nothing more enjoyable than this.
"Roar!!!"
The Frost耀 Bone Dragon let out a long roar in the air, announcing its arrival to the world.
An aura far exceeding that of a Quasi-God spread unscrupulously to the surroundings, and ice silently replaced everything, becoming the main theme of this world.
The Frost耀 Bone Dragon changed nature just by standing there, it was the embodiment of natural phenomena and disasters.
Looking at the turtle shell formation below, the Frost耀 Bone Dragon flew into the air, folded its wings and swooped down, its thick dragon claws tearing through the sky, bringing out a few white threads, and with just one encounter, it tore a powerful True King-level spirit beast to pieces.
Fresh blood splattered on the remaining five True King-level spirit beasts and the Wang family patriarch, leaving their brains blank.
After tearing a hole in the turtle shell formation, the Frost耀 Bone Dragon didn't leave, but rushed directly into the formation, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, every time it probed its claws, every time it swung its tail, it could make a True King-level spirit beast unable to breathe for a long time.
Qian Er's first battle with a True King ended quite quickly, and even the Wang family patriarch didn't react, and all his spirit beasts had become broken limbs.
After killing the last True King-level spirit beast, the Frost耀 Bone Dragon exited the Divine Job state and happily enjoyed its spoils, while Qian Er also walked over with a smile.
"Keep the fur of that Giant Rock Mountain Cat for me, after all, it's the first war against a True King-level spirit beast master, and I have to leave some souvenirs."
Qian Er said with a smile, and patted the Wang family patriarch's shoulder when he passed by the petrified Wang family patriarch.
The Blood燃 Saint nodded, stretched out its flesh tentacles, collected all the scattered flesh and blood on the ground, divided it equally into two halves, and left half for the Myriad Transformation Demon.
The Human Emperor Flag and the Other Shore Flower also immediately stepped forward to collect the scattered souls, these were all souls of considerable quality, and could not be lost.
There was not a trace of flesh and blood left on the fur of the Giant Rock Mountain Cat that had been absorbed by the Blood燃 Saint, not even an oil film, Qian Er looked at it a few times and directly put it away, and when he went back, he would find someone to make it into a cloak.
"If... if we hadn't planned to kill you, would everything be different?"
The Wang family patriarch stood on the ruins of Linchuan City and asked in a calm tone, the True King-level war had completely destroyed this city, and even the foundation had sunk by an unknown number of meters, and after a few rains, this place might become the largest artificial lake in Yan Country.
"It's hard to say, after all, the empire's original idea was to cultivate me into a knife against you, your actions only accelerated this process."
Listening to Qian Er's words behind him, the Wang family patriarch gave a miserable laugh.
"I only hate that your surname is not Wang."
As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes, and there was no longer any breath of life, and even his soul had returned to silence.
