Lin Lang descended from the sky!

He saw Ao Ling revealing her human form, and was slightly stunned for a moment:

"Wow! This little female dragon is really quite beautiful!"

The anger in his heart dissipated a bit!

There’s no helping it, this is the privilege of a beauty—

Seeing such a face, it’s really hard to stay angry!

Lin Lang quietly looked at the disheveled yet beautiful woman in front of him, slowly lowered his hand, and temporarily halted his attack.

And in this brief moment of peace, everyone on the plane also widened their eyes, struck speechless by the scene before them:

Lin Lang won again!

And!

Still with just one move!

It’s absolute domination!

...

"Little girl, become my mount!"

Standing on the cloud, Lin Lang looked down at Ao Ling, who was sprawled on the ground, her face full of despair.

"You wish!"

Ao Ling stubbornly lifted her head, wanting to show the unyielding spirit of the Flood Dragon Race!

But in her big eyes, tears welled up without much dignity!

"Don’t want to?"

Lin Lang smiled slightly, poised to capture her!

And at that moment!

"Friend, please stay your hand!"

Suddenly, several dazzling beams of light streaked across the sky!

Next, several dragon shadows swiftly approached like lightning!

They transformed into human forms halfway—

As they got closer, everyone realized that it was a few elders from the Flood Dragon Race.

These elders exuded a strong and stable aura. Although their forms didn’t appear as large as Ao Ling’s when she transformed into a flood dragon, they gave off an unfathomable sense of oppression.

Their faces were serious and dignified, with wrinkles etched deeply by time, imparting an aura of majesty borne of years of experience.

The elders slowly descended in front of Lin Lang and first performed a respectful salute. The leading elder lifted his head and said sincerely:

"Esteemed friend, we are late and hope for your forgiveness."

"Ao Ling is the little princess of our Flood Dragon Race. Please spare her life!"

"This child is naive and offended you, we apologize on her behalf."

After speaking, he bowed deeply once more.

Lin Lang furrowed his brow slightly, quietly observing them without speaking.

Seeing this, another elder hurriedly took out an ancient box from his bosom and slowly opened it. A dazzling light instantly blossomed from within the box.

The light dissipated!

And there lay a uniquely shaped treasure sword—

The sword was long and slender, emitting a faint blue glow. The blade was inscribed with mysterious runes, as if narrating its long history and immense power.

"This is the heirloom of our Flood Dragon Race—the Flood Dragon Sword!"

"It cuts through iron like mud and contains the powerful force of our ancestors! Today, we are willing to use this sword in exchange for the princess’s life. We hope you will show mercy."

The elder respectfully offered the box to Lin Lang with both hands.

At this moment, the elders all turned to look at Ao Ling, their eyes full of both sternness and expectation.

Ao Ling bit her lip, her eyes filled with unwillingness and grievance.

But under the gaze of the elders, she slowly stood up, walked to Lin Lang, lowered her head, and said with a slight choke in her voice:

"I was arrogant and offended you. I was wrong, please forgive me."

Her voice was small, yet clear in the quiet sky.

Lin Lang chuckled inwardly, silently assessing:

’Though arrogant, at least she has some sense, knows when to yield, there’s still hope.’

Then!

Lin Lang glanced at everyone in front of him, then at the alluringly glowing Flood Dragon Sword, and made his decision.

A moment later!

He sighed softly, reached out to take the Flood Dragon Sword, looking as if he was suffering a loss, and said:

"Fine, given your sincerity, let’s just drop this matter!"

The elders immediately showed expressions of relief upon hearing this!

They all thanked Lin Lang once more.

...

The elders of the Flood Dragon Race watched Lin Lang’s departing figure for a long time without moving.

This thrilling confrontation finally came to a close with the sincerity of the Flood Dragon Race and the leniency of Lin Lang!

Watching the plane gradually disappear on the horizon,

The elders of the Flood Dragon Race gathered together, murmuring and discussing.

Their faces were full of confusion and shock, all pondering the same question in their hearts:

Why does this human possess such terrifying strength?

"His strength is simply unheard of! To defeat Prince Ao Yuan and Princess Ao Ling with just one move, such power even we old folks can hardly imagine!"

An elderly member of the Flood Dragon Race, his hair white as snow, frowned, full of concern.

"Indeed, what is his background? Such a powerful human, it’s the first I’ve ever seen,"

Another Flood Dragon Race member agreed, his eyes full of apprehension.

At this moment, someone recalled Ao Yuan, who had been slapped away by Lin Lang earlier, and quickly said:

"Perhaps Prince Ao Yuan knows something! Because I heard him shouting while running away—damn, how can it be him again..."

...

Everyone then went to find Ao Yuan, who was healing under the sea.

To inquire about Lin Lang!

Ao Yuan looked a bit pale, recalling the scene of being easily defeated by Lin Lang, still shaken.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly spoke:

"He is the one I encountered at the Mermaid Palace before, possessing the aura of a true dragon, strength unfathomable... seems to be named... Lin Lang!"

"What?"

"So he is the backing of the Merfolk Race?"

Upon hearing this, everyone went into an uproar—

They were well aware of the subtle relationship between the Merfolk Race and the Flood Dragon Race!

All along, though the two races hadn’t erupted into a large-scale conflict, there were often minor skirmishes.