Flying Thunder God can instantly engrave a seal within 50 meters. At this moment, Er Ming and the Horned Evil Dragon were a hundred meters apart, so teleportation was naturally impossible.
But this didn't stump Ye Zhiqui. He didn't even need kunai or anything else to close the distance between them, because his Flying Thunder God's passive ability was—instant seal engraving.
Er Ming was still a bit confused about how Ye Zhiqui would send him flying, but the moment Ye Zhiqui's third hundred-thousand-year spirit ring flashed, he suddenly found himself soaring into the sky.
Fifty meters above the ground, Er Ming's massive body suddenly appeared, then vanished in a flash, only to reappear. By the time Er Ming came to his senses, he was already face to face with the Horned Evil Dragon.
Both beasts were a little stunned, staring at each other with wide eyes.
However, Er Ming didn't have wings to fly like the Horned Evil Dragon. In the time it took him to be momentarily dazed, his body began to fall due to gravity.
"Are you an idiot? Hit it!" Ye Zhiqui shouted, once again using Flying Thunder God to move Er Ming upwards.
This time, Er Ming suddenly found himself sitting squarely on the Horned Evil Dragon's back.
"Awooo!" A joyful roar erupted from Er Ming's throat. He had never imagined that one day he would get to be a dragon-riding ape. The feeling was truly novel.
The Horned Evil Dragon had cultivated for so many years and had never been ridden by another beast. It immediately flew into a rage, turning its head to unleash a breath of black flame at Er Ming, who was being so presumptuous on its back.
Unexpectedly, just as its dragon mouth opened, the now-smarter Er Ming preemptively delivered an uppercut, smashing into its lower jaw. This instantly forced the Horned Evil Dragon's head to tilt upwards, and the dragon's breath it was about to unleash was forcibly swallowed back.
This was like a drunk person about to vomit, only for the contents in their throat to suddenly be swallowed back into their stomach—the Horned Evil Dragon felt a tumultuous churning in its stomach.
"Awoo!"
Er Ming relentlessly leaned forward, his legs wrapped around the Horned Evil Dragon's body. One hand tightly gripped its neck, pulling it back with all its might, while the other hand, clenched into a fist, hammered continuously at the Horned Evil Dragon's forehead like a blacksmith.
The "thump, thump" sounds reverberated through the sky.
The Horned Evil Dragon was somewhat stunned by Er Ming's continuous barrage of punches. Flying in the sky, it had no power to resist. Its short legs and short arms couldn't reach Er Ming on its back at all.
At this moment, the Horned Evil Dragon looked rather miserable. Its neck was almost broken by Er Ming, the flesh deeply indented, and its black crystal-like dragon scales were cracking off one by one. In terms of strength, it was no match for Er Ming, especially since its vital weak point, its neck, was now being held by Er Ming.
The scales on the Horned Evil Dragon's head cracked, and black blood streamed down, sizzling as it touched Er Ming's palm, which was wrapped around its neck. Fortunately, Er Ming's palm was still covered by the Susanoo Amethyst mantle, and its smooth texture caused the black blood to slide right off, causing no harm to Er Ming.
A somewhat hazy consciousness made the Horned Evil Dragon flap its wings numbly. It couldn't fall; once it landed on the ground, it would likely be pummeled even worse. At that point, not only would the monkey be able to use both hands to pummel it, but its legs would probably join in too. If the Horned Evil Dragon wanted to turn the tide, it had to find a way to get this guy off.
The somewhat disoriented Horned Evil Dragon flew wildly, not knowing where it was going.
At the Lake of Life, Da Ming and Xiao Wu watched Er Ming, riding the Horned Evil Dragon, fly over their heads, his face beaming with a smug expression, looking somewhat bewildered.
Er Ming even took a moment to wave his hand in greeting.
Xiao Wu: ...
Da Ming: ...
Da Ming was completely confused, his green eyes wide and round. How did his second brother get into the sky? And how was he riding on the Horned Evil Dragon's head? What was that amethyst-like armor covering him?
They both remained dazed until Er Ming, still pummeling the Horned Evil Dragon with "thump, thump" sounds, flew off into the distance.
That night, the Star Dou Great Forest was restless. Countless soul beasts saw a giant ape, clad in amethyst armor, riding a black dragon flying overhead, occasionally accompanied by a series of low "thump, thump" sounds.
Even Tang San and his group, who were still searching for soul beasts in the central part of the Star Dou Great Forest, saw the one person and two beasts flying high in the distance. They were all instantly petrified.
Er Ming and the Horned Evil Dragon had a deep-seated grudge. The two beasts had fought dozens of times, with wins and losses on both sides, but because the Horned Evil Dragon could fly, Er Ming often suffered more losses, frequently ending up covered in dust.
This time, having seized the opportunity, Er Ming naturally wanted to get some good revenge. Whenever the Horned Evil Dragon was about to fly out of the Star Dou Great Forest, Er Ming would twist its neck, changing the Horned Evil Dragon's flight direction, and then once again ride it back into the Star Dou Great Forest, showing off his power.
Aside from the low-level soul beasts, several hundred-thousand-year soul beasts sensed their auras and couldn't help but peek out to observe.
Er Ming and the Horned Evil Dragon were both famous beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest. One occupied the best resting area, the Lake of Life. The other was notorious for its wickedness, causing havoc throughout the Star Dou Great Forest, destroying the geographical environment. Wherever it went, the forest became a dead zone.
These two beasts fought an incredible number of times, and the other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts were used to it. But a scene like tonight, with one riding the other through the sky like walking a husky, was something they had never witnessed before.
After flying back to the central area of the Star Dou Great Forest, Ye Zhiqui couldn't help but say, "Er Ming, you've played enough, haven't you? Send it down, lest we prolong this and invite trouble."
"Awoo," Er Ming looked at the Horned Black Dragon that had carried him for most of the night with some reluctance. It was such a good mount; it would be a shame to kill it.
The next moment, Er Ming unhesitatingly clenched his right fist, his right shoulder slightly tilted back. Black soul power swirled and gathered on his obsidian-like iron fist.
To enhance the power of this punch, Er Ming even applied his gravity domain to his fist.
"Boom!" The punch created a sonic boom, breaking the sound barrier.
Er Ming's fist, trailing a sonic boom cloud, slammed heavily into the back of the Horned Evil Dragon's head.
Ye Zhiqui seemed to hear the sound of bones shattering amidst the roar, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. "Could this big idiot Er Ming have killed this Horned Evil Dragon with one punch?"
"Damn it, that definitely doesn't count!"
Ye Zhiqui, with one hand on Er Ming's forehead, stared at the Horned Evil Dragon's head, the six-pointed pinwheel in his right eye spinning rapidly.
In an instant, a scorching black flame emerged from the void, clinging to the Horned Evil Dragon's head.
Right eye!
Amaterasu!
The next moment, Ye Zhiqui, who was on the Horned Evil Dragon's back, activated Flying Thunder God, disappearing instantly with Er Ming.
The Horned Evil Dragon was already falling headfirst, and the black flames were attached to its head. The wind from the descent blew the Amaterasu black flames backward, and in no time, they covered the Horned Black Dragon's entire body.
At this point, its massive body truly looked like a meteor falling from the sky, and then, it crashed violently into the dense forest below.
This spot looked as if it had been bombed by a dozen missiles, leaving a sunken crater.
The Amaterasu black flames spread in all directions. If Ye Zhiqui didn't intervene, with Amaterasu's adherence, the entire Star Dou Great Forest would likely be gone in a couple of days.
"Roar~" The intense pain of being engulfed in flames woke the Horned Evil Dragon. It thrashed, struggled, and roared, trying to extinguish the flames.
It had never imagined that one day it would also taste the sensation of being burned by black flames.
It was just that this black flame was pure fire, while its own black flame was a flowing substance like magma.
Unfortunately, no matter how the Horned Evil Dragon struggled within the flames, the Amaterasu black fire on its body showed no signs of weakening; instead, it burned brighter and brighter, engulfing its entire 20-meter-tall body.
Amaterasu black fire, unless dodged the instant the caster unleashes it, once even a speck touches, can only be stopped by severing limbs or cutting off flesh; it will not extinguish until everything is incinerated.
It is said that even mud and stone can burn; the only things that can resist it are probably objects of equal temperature that won't be consumed by the flames.
The Horned Evil Dragon was clearly not such an object.
Therefore, its appearance at this moment was somewhat tragic. The first to be injured were its most vulnerable eyes, which were almost instantly blinded. After that, it was the areas where its scales were thin, such as its… uh… private parts.
Every time the Horned Evil Dragon let out a painful roar, the black fire would pour into its dragon mouth, which only made it suffer more, as its insides were also burning, enduring the scorching heat of the black fire.
Roaring in pain was an instinct, which ironically formed a vicious cycle.
Fifty meters away from the Horned Evil Dragon, Ye Zhiqui and Er Ming stood there.
Er Ming's eyes held a hint of reluctance, and he slightly turned his head. This was a good opponent for the first half of his life, and although its beastly character was a bit lacking, it was gone just like that.
The Horned Evil Dragon, needless to say, was beyond saving. In the future, Er Ming might not be able to find another soul beast in the Star Dou Great Forest that he could occasionally fight against.
Ye Zhiqui, on the other hand, had a calm expression. It wasn't that his heart was as hard as iron; it was just that he felt like killing a soul beast was like killing a chicken, without much feeling.
If the Horned Evil Dragon were replaced by a human, Ye Zhiqui's heart might still waver a bit.
Whether in his previous life or this one, Ye Zhiqui had never killed a person. At most, he would beat them so severely that they were beyond recovery, like that old tortoise from Canghui Academy.
As for his shadow clones, they might have killed, but before the clones were dispelled, their memories wouldn't return.
So, it could be said that since Ye Zhiqui arrived on the Douluo Continent, he had never experienced the taste of killing a person.
Some beliefs from his previous life were still constantly reminding him, and he didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing for him.
Ye Zhiqui and Er Ming stood silently for more than ten minutes. The Horned Evil Dragon finally stopped moving, which showed how tenacious its life force was.
[Negative emotion value from Horned Evil Dragon +9660]
At this moment, the Amaterasu black flames raged everywhere. The trees in this area had all turned to charcoal, and the black flames were still rapidly spreading into the distance.
This certainly couldn't continue. Ye Zhiqui's Eternal Mangekyo in his right eye spun, and he began to extinguish the black flames in various places little by little. Only after finally extinguishing the flames on the Horned Black Dragon's body did Ye Zhiqui plop down on the ground, feeling an intense soreness in his right eye. This was a sign of excessive pupil power consumption, something he had experienced before.
If his soul power ran out, he could directly draw upon the tailed beast's essence to replenish it, but pupil power couldn't; it could only recover slowly on its own.
Having maintained the disguised Susanoo for so long and used Amaterasu, Ye Zhiqui not fainting was already a testament to his strong mental fortitude.
"Awoo?" Er Ming walked over and let out two soft howls at Ye Zhiqui.
Although Ye Zhiqui couldn't understand his words, he could guess what he was saying.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Er Ming, stand guard for me. I'm afraid other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts might come to cause trouble while I'm absorbing the spirit ring," Ye Zhiqui said with a solemn expression.
This worry was not unfounded; he was greatly depleted now and couldn't use his eye abilities for a short time.
"Don't worry, absorb it in peace." At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from a distance.
Ye Zhiqui turned his head and couldn't help but reveal a relieved smile. Da Ming had arrived with Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu was currently standing on Da Ming's head, waving at him in greeting.
"Phew," Ye Zhiqui let out a long breath. With two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts guarding him, surely no other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts would dare to come, right?
Glancing at the crimson hundred-thousand-year spirit ring condensing on the Horned Evil Dragon's corpse, Ye Zhiqui excitedly hurried over.
He didn't rush to absorb the spirit ring, but instead circled the Horned Evil Dragon's corpse. When he saw a long, rectangular black crystal pressed beneath its head, Ye Zhiqui's eyes lit up, and he quickly bent down to pick it up.
The object looked like a rectangular crystal, about a meter long, and felt warm and smooth like jade to the touch.
Ye Zhiqui scratched the back of his head. This thing should be the spirit bone dropped by the Horned Evil Dragon, but which part of the body was it from? Why was it this shape?
It definitely wasn't a limb, and even if it were a torso bone, it was too long.
His head certainly couldn't fit it.
A somewhat puzzled Ye Zhiqui put the rectangular black spirit bone away for now, planning to study it later.
For now, absorbing the Horned Evil Dragon's spirit ring was the urgent matter, as spirit rings only lasted for an hour after a soul beast's death before dissipating.
He wondered if, after absorbing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, the nine tailed beast essences within him could also sublimate the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
After absorbing a thousand-year spirit ring, one tailed beast essence could increase the spirit ring by a thousand years.
After absorbing a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, it could increase by ten thousand years.
What about a hundred-thousand-year one? He had nine tailed beast essences. If each tailed beast essence could increase the spirit ring by a hundred thousand years, then his fourth spirit ring's age would probably exceed one million years.
The thought itself seemed incredible.
A hint of anticipation also appeared in Ye Zhiqui's eyes.
He heard that a million-year spirit ring was golden, and needless to say, its prestige was clearly a cut above the red hundred-thousand-year one.
Finding a relatively clean spot next to the Horned Evil Dragon's corpse, Ye Zhiqui sat down and began to establish a connection with the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring using his consciousness.