Chapter 180
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Chapter 180: Mu Lin: The Advantage Was Mine!
Many powerful creatures and races existed in the world, but dragons always claimed the highest status. Whether in the West or the East, dragons stood as symbols of monstrous might and perfection. Their dominance came not just from raw power, but their flawless nature.
Western giants and Behemoths rivaled dragons in strength, yet their inability to fly or wield magic placed them a step below in the natural order. Eastern dragons, however, embodied even greater perfection—antlers like a deer, a camel-like head, rabbit-like eyes, a serpentine neck, a belly resembling a giant clam, fish-like scales, eagle claws, tiger paws, and ox ears. This form symbolized their possession of nearly every creature’s strengths.
True dragons wielded immense power, mastered magic, could shrink or grow, soar or vanish. With unmatched versatility across land, sea, and sky, they held no weaknesses. To slay one, an enemy needed overwhelming superiority in *every* aspect.
Now, Mu Lin—transformed into a flood dragon—leveraged these very strengths to outmaneuver the corpse monster. Though the giant corpse monster overpowered him in brute force, making direct combat unwise, Mu Lin turned the tables. The monster feared no water, even corrupting it while summoning hordes of subordinates. A perfect foe, it should have pushed Mu Lin to the brink.
Yet flight became Mu Lin’s trump card. “Ground enemies? Take to the skies or drag them into water. Flying foes? Lure them down. Ocean threats? Yank them ashore. The world itself bows to a dragon’s domain!” Exploiting such advantages felt unfair… until he remembered *he* was the dragon now. “Never mind. Fair enough.”
Below, Bai Li Xiu Ling watched the monster that had crushed her team struggle helplessly against Mu Lin. She murmured, “No wonder the clan elders urged us to pledge loyalty to Lord Mu Lin. To battle Spirit Sea evils in the Spirit Pool without faltering… He’s a born demon king.”
Her resolve solidified: aligning with Mu Lin offered survival. His growing power promised centuries of protection—a lifeline for her Merfolk tribe. Their history of near-annihilation had etched desperation into their bones; with chaos rising, Mu Lin’s strength was an anchor they couldn’t refuse.
But Bai Li Xiu Ling didn’t idle. Hands clasped, she sang—a soul-piercing melody summoning healing waters that erased her tribe’s injuries. Once her kin stood restored, she rallied them: “To arms!”
“Help His Highness!”
“Yes!”
Seeing Mu Lin holding his own against the corpse monster, the Merfolk’s fighting spirit had been ignited. While facing the creature directly was beyond them, they could still assist from the sidelines.
Having witnessed the corpse monster’s ferocity firsthand, and now seeing Mu Lin matching it blow for blow, the Merfolk—like Bai Li Xiu Ling—felt profound awe toward him. Their eagerness to aid Mu Lin burned brightly.
“Pray for rain!”
Instead of summoning water and swarming in all at once, the Merfolk focused on their task under Bai Li Xiu Ling’s direction. Every one of them devoted themselves wholly to rain-summoning rituals.
“Splish-splash…”
Using their innate gifts, they called forth rain but didn’t attempt to control it. Instead, they let the downpour merge with Mu Lin’s summoned storm clouds. The fusion caused his thunderclouds to double in size instantly, their destructive power amplified.
This unexpected synergy made Mu Lin glance downward in surprise.
“You’re genuinely trying to help me? Why?”
“And you can actually make a difference?”
The Merfolk’s wholehearted support felt like a sudden windfall to him.
Bai Li Xiu Ling, observing Mu Lin’s enhanced power through their combined efforts, finally grasped why her Merfolk tribe revered flood dragons as natural overlords. It wasn’t just the dragons’ might—it was the mutual benefit. Mere goodwill couldn’t sustain an alliance, but shared advantage could.
“Command the waves, summon storms—the flood dragon is our Merfolk tribe’s natural-born ruler.”
“CRACK!”
With the Merfolk group’s aid, Mu Lin’s lightning strikes intensified. The barrage of bolts doubled in frequency within moments.
Under the relentless assault, gashes multiplied across the corpse monster’s body until it erupted in fury.
“ROAR!”
In its rage, the creature ripped off its own left arm and hurled the severed limb skyward with its remaining arm.
“THUD!”
“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”
Mu Lin didn’t hesitate—he unleashed lightning volleys at the airborne limb. Yet the arm, fused from hundreds of corpses, withstood dozens of strikes. Worse, the amalgamated bodies seemed to elevate the monster’s rank.
Normally, Mu Lin’s lightning could obliterate a Flying Head of the Monster instantly. But against this composite horror, each bolt barely scratched it. This explained why, despite summoning winds and rain, he hadn’t defeated the creature yet.
Such was the gap imposed by the Spirit Sea realm—surpassing one’s level in battle proved staggeringly difficult.
“CRASH!”
Though the lightning failed to incinerate the arm, each strike’s concussive force gradually negated the limb’s upward momentum.
"The sky was my domain; you couldn’t touch me!"
Just as Mu Lin thought this, something bewildering occurred again.
"Jijiji…"
The head embedded in the corpse monster’s arm cackled viciously. Suddenly, that grotesque limb composed of corpses gained flight capability.
Like a twisted dragon of corpses, the horrific arm tore through Mu Lin’s thunderclouds despite being scorched by lightning, lunging straight for him.
"Using Flying Heads of the Monster as propulsion? How…"
Though startled, Mu Lin still underestimated the danger.
"You can’t catch me!"
The storm clouds naturally obscured vision, and Mu Lin’s Black Water magical power inherently masked spiritual awareness. Ordinary tracking methods couldn’t detect him within this thunderous veil.
The ancient wisdom about dragons shrinking or expanding, rising or hiding, proved true.
Beyond concealment, Mu Lin’s summoned clouds crackled with power of thunder. Even the heavily-armored corpse arm couldn’t endure prolonged exposure while searching.
"Total advantage here!"
Mu Lin’s triumphant thought shattered as another surprise unfolded.
"Bzzzt…"
Bulbous protrusions slithered across the corpse arm’s surface. Dozens of eyeballs clustered together, merging into a basketball-sized orb with hundreds of shifting pupils.
The sickly gray eye spun wildly before locking onto Mu Lin’s hidden position.
The revolting stare made Mu Lin shudder, but he soon faced greater worries.
The corpse arm’s fingers splayed dragon-like as it surged toward him.
"Found you!"
Bloody sigils oozed across the limb during its flight, transforming the rotting arm into a glowing crimson claw.
Seeing the cursed blood-mark radiating palpable malice, Mu Lin knew any contact would bring disaster.
This development made spectator Wei Jing exhale in relief.
"Good. He won’t overturn heaven itself."
Wei Jing wasn’t completely blind to Chu Lingluo’s feelings for Mu Lin – which precisely fueled her desire to see him fail. Her feud with Si Ye demanded that Chu Lingluo’s beloved remain worthless, ensuring mockery of the girl’s mother.
Mu Lin’s earlier display of power had shaken her. Thankfully, he seemed contained now.
But as this thought formed, the battlefield shifted violently. Gasps erupted from nearby noblewomen, their etiquette forgotten:
"Hiss! That’s…"
"He’s still improving?!"
"Mu Lin’s truly a commoner?"
