Her dragon whiskers swung wildly with her movement, like dancing blades, every approach caused the temperature around the plane to plummet, and everyone inside couldn’t help but shiver.

"Both are princesses, but the difference in character is so vast?"

Lin Lang looked at Ao Ling’s unruly behavior and couldn’t help but think of the gentle and kind Princess Zhi Xi of the Merfolk Race—

Also a princess, Zhi Xi was humble and courteous, a world apart from the arrogant and domineering Ao Ling before him.

"Bold human, why don’t you come out and fight this Princess?"

Ao Ling even began shouting provocations from outside!

...

Lin Lang feigned a helpless sigh, with a hint of teasing in his tone:

"It seems that if I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t give up."

"In that case, I’ll tame you and make you my mount."

These words were like a splash of cold water on hot oil, completely infuriating Ao Ling:

"Impudent human, how dare you insult this Princess like that!"

"Prepare to die!"

She let out a sharp angry roar, causing the entire sky to tremble as if shaken by her voice.

Immediately afterward!

Ao Ling fiercely swung her massive tail, stirring up a wave strong enough to overturn the plane, launching an attack on Lin Lang.

Her body moved like a bolt of white lightning, carrying boundless cold and fury, charging straight at Lin Lang, intent on tearing him to pieces to wash away the disgrace to her brother and the "insult" she suffered.

...

"Ah! We’re going to die!"

On the plane!

Watching helplessly as such a terrifying beast charged at themselves!

Yet having nowhere to evade in mid-air!

Several special forces members instinctively screamed!

Even Xina, standing beside Lin Lang, felt slightly tense—

For she was unsure if, after driving away the previous flood dragon, Lin Lang still had the strength to face this new enemy?

...

Facing Ao Ling’s crazed attack, engulfed in endless cold and fury!

Lin Lang’s expression remained calm, but an aura quietly stirred around him.

He did not panic and evade like an ordinary person, instead standing quietly in place.

As if the menacing Princess Jiaolong before him was just an insignificant ant!

At the moment Ao Ling’s attack was about to touch the plane!

He moved!

He lightly raised his hand, the movement seemingly slow, yet exuding a mysteriousness that eluded capture.

A golden light slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, containing infinite power, as if it was the chaotic force from the beginning of the universe, dazzling yet inscrutable!

Lin Lang gently waved that hand suffused with light, and the golden light instantly transformed into a radiant line, like a bridge crossing time and space, carrying a world-destroying momentum towards Ao Ling—

This was an attack performed using the "Nine Dragon Scripture" by Lin Lang!

Solely a cultivator’s technique!

It was not empowered by any superpower or Power of Law!

...

However!

In the path of that light, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a "zizi" sound!

The surrounding clouds were instantly evaporated, revealing an empty void.

"What?!"

"The aura of a True Dragon?!"

Ao Ling felt the terrifying power of this force!

Her pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a hint of fear flashed in her dark blue eyes.

She wanted to evade!

But found that her body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force!

Every inch of her scales was tightly bound, unable to move an inch—

This was the innate suppression of True Dragon bloodline over Flood Dragon bloodline!

...

That golden light struck her like a shooting star, the massive impact instantly sent her body flying!

"Ah!"

Ao Ling’s body spun uncontrollably in the air for several revolutions, like a kite with its string cut, and crashed heavily into a distant cloud layer.

The cloud layer was smashed into a huge void by her body, remaining unsolved for a long time.

She struggled to get up, but found her limbs weak and powerless, every joint crying out in pain.

Her body was covered with shattered scales, blood continuously flowing from the wounds, the red blood wantonly staining the white clouds, appallingly.

"No..."

"How could a True Dragon still exist in this world? Impossible!"

"It should just be the cultivation technique of this human..."

Ao Ling was utterly in despair, her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, the pride and arrogance she once held vanished without a trace.

She collapsed on the cloud layer, as the whistling wind blew, ruffling her disarrayed dragon whiskers, yet unable to awaken the fighting spirit in her heart.

Her breath was rapid and heavy, every breath accompanied by the trembling of her body, with the scene of being easily defeated by Lin Lang continuously echoing in her mind.

"But how, how is this possible?"

"To actually cultivate a technique to such an extent?"

She murmured to herself, her voice weak and trembling, filled with boundless despair.

She never thought she would be so easily defeated, and moreover, defeated at the hands of a human!

Her world seemed to collapse at that moment, all her pride and confidence shattered to pieces.

Immediately afterward!

A dazzling light flashed—

Ao Ling’s massive flood dragon form slowly shrank, eventually transforming into a human shape.

She was dressed in a long white dress, the hem fluttering softly like clouds.

Her skin was as fair as snow, as if sculpted from the purest ice and snow in the world.

Her long black shiny hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, softly swaying with the breeze.

Her face was extraordinarily beautiful, her features so exquisite as if they were an art piece meticulously crafted by heaven!

Especially those dark blue eyes—

Yet at this moment, they were filled with despair and resentment, adding a touch of helpless charm.