Perfect World

The little guy flew out horizontally, quickly hiding to avoid the attack. He felt as if mountains and rivers were oppressing him. Mark of the Fearless Lion was indeed like this, ferocious and tyrannical, carrying the power to move mountains!

The little guy lightly shouted, and did not use his Suan Ni precious technique to block the attack. He also did not create an Archaic devil bird. Instead, a divine light appeared, and he was about to use another technique.

He recalled within his heart the various essential information within the True Primordial Record, in particular the diagrams of the fights between the horned dragon and the deities as well as the Golden Winged Peng slaughtering Gods. They appeared within his mind one after another.

That was a catalog of battle Gods, and it recorded the highest existences fighting with their lives on the line in great battles. He obtained endless enlightenment from this.

Within that divine diagram, there weren’t any precious techniques recorded down. However, all of the common usages of symbols and profound mysteries were recorded within the True Primordial Record.

The little guy moved horizontally, symbols flickering within his palm. It continuously changed, and from his mouth he shouted, “Unload!”

He did not attempt to imitate the battle diagram, because never had the exact same battle occurred twice. The situation was different, and blindly imitating would only lead to disaster.

The symbols in the little guy’s palms continuously changed, from flame symbols to lightning symbols, and then to wind symbols. It triggered a string of rumbling sounds, continuously unloading strength. Meanwhile, his figure was swaying back and forth. Sometimes he was advancing as boldly as a Taotie, other times he was like an Archaic divine ape leaping into the heavens; he was even like a horned dragon evading within the seas.

In merely a split second, the little guy’s pose changed a total of more than ten times. He could have attacked or fled, and the symbols within his hands reflected similarly.

Hong!

The Mark of the Fearless Lion finally exhausted up all of its strength. It was neutralized by him, and its strength dropped.

The little guy had not used any precious techniques yet, and was only using symbols. Hundreds of different types were assembled together, causing the Mark of the Fearless Lion to decay and breaking it apart.

This was the enlightenment he received from the divine diagram. The divine light appeared, signifying that top level great battles did not necessarily use unrivaled divine methods. He felt as if he had entered a new world, and everything became clear within his heart at once.

The golden lion’s pupils were dim. This terrifying great divine method exhausted too much of its essence energy. It was now dispirited, so it turned around and ran.

“Where are you running to?!”

The little guy suddenly jumped, riding on top of the Nine-Headed Lion’s body. He lifted his fists and smashed downwards, appearing incomparably heroic.

Everyone was dumbstruck. The golden lion lost, and it did not have enough blood and vital breath left. Its power began to turn frail, as if it was being pressed down onto the ground by the little guy.

The Nine-Headed Lion angrily howled. It entire body was flourishing with golden light, shaking its head and its tail. Precious techniques erupted, trying to get him off of its body. However, the little guy also emitted light, and as lightning interweaved, he continued to suppress it.

From the distance, he was like a small sovereign God descending into the mortal world on his divine beast.

Everyone was baffled. This was the magnificent Nine-Headed Lion, reputed to be unparalleled within the youth. He actually lost like this, being degenerated into a mount!

“You are making me hesitate. If I go out riding this kind of golden lion, how awe-inspiring would that be. Directly eating you would be too much of a waste,” said the little guy to himself.

He had once heard that in the distant past, a Nine-Headed Lion mount was among the top ten. Even various Gods favored such a mount. Its entire body was bright and resplendent with gold, and with nine heads, it really was incomparably bold and powerful.

The little guy was extremely happy. Even ancient deities wanted to make such a creature yield and become their mount, so now that he had one for himself, was it better to eat or raise it?