The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 78 - 77: The Power of the Talisman!

The moment he crashed into the stone wall, Qin Fan grimaced involuntarily, the pain written all over his face. Even with the nascent form of the Prison Suppressing Body, he still felt a sharp twinge from the Jiao Dragon’s attack.

It’s a good thing I’ve entered the Qi Refinement stage and started developing the Prison Suppressing Body. Otherwise, back when I was just reborn, a hit like that would have definitely killed me!

Letting out a bitter chuckle, Qin Fan planted his feet firmly on the ground. He took a few deep breaths, and the pain began to subside.

Just then, not pausing after its initial strike, the Jiao Dragon spun around. Its claw, imbued with murderous force, swiped toward Qin Fan!

WHOOSH!

The quick-reacting Qin Fan sidestepped, barely dodging the blow. The strike slammed into the stone wall behind him, smashing two huge craters into the rock!

With its attack having missed, the Jiao Dragon grew even more enraged. It had lived here peacefully for countless years, and any humans who intruded had become effortless meals in its belly. Never had it encountered someone like Qin Fan, who not only dodged its attacks but also inflicted pain. The Jiao, which had cultivated a sliver of spirituality, felt a sense of humiliation on top of its anger.

The dragon’s head turned. It opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of foul-smelling gas at Qin Fan. It had previously underestimated its opponent and hadn’t used its breath attack, allowing Ma Yunbin to escape. How could it let Qin Fan continue his insolence?

"Bring it on! I was waiting for this move!" Qin Fan suddenly roared with laughter, quickly pulling an Attack Talisman from his robes.

"One-Flavor True Fire!" he yelled, flinging the talisman toward the putrid cloud.

The moment it made contact, the talisman transformed into True Fire, instantly incinerating the foul gas. But the crimson-gold True Fire didn’t stop there. It surged toward the Jiao Dragon’s head and began to burn fiercely! A sizzling sound filled the air, accompanied by the stench of scorched flesh. The already grotesque head was instantly charred black.

ROAR!

This drove the Jiao Dragon into a complete frenzy. It slammed its four feet heavily onto the ground. Amidst its roars, the cavern shook, and countless stones rained down from the ceiling. The Jiao Dragon’s fury twisted into ferocity as it violently swept its body toward Qin Fan, attempting to encircle him completely.

Facing the menacing attack, Qin Fan simply sneered. Without dodging, he produced another talisman and threw it at the middle of the dragon’s body.

BOOM!

The moment the talisman made contact, that entire section of its body convulsed. The coiling creature involuntarily twitched, bucked, and went limp. The Jiao Dragon’s nauseatingly bulging eyes squinted in pain.

Taking advantage of the Jiao Dragon’s moment of pained distraction, Qin Fan leaped from the ground again. He shouted, "Earth Evil Seventy-Two Forms, Second Form: Thunder Sound Fist!"

His relatively slender fists shimmered with a faint, crackling light as he smashed them right into the middle of the Jiao Dragon’s body!

A pained howl escaped the beast as the punch slammed its entire body into the ground. But the moment it hit the floor, it surged up again. The short, several-centimeter-long horns on its head trembled noticeably. Its tail, tipped with hard, fleshy spines, viciously whipped toward Qin Fan. At the same time, another stream of foul gas spewed from its mouth, and its forelimbs rose to slash at him!

"A beast is a beast. It never learns," Qin Fan scoffed. He ducked his head, dodging the sweeping tail, and once again drew a talisman. "Fiery Flame Fireball, burn!"

The instant the talisman collided with the foul gas, a fireball erupted. It swiftly devoured the noxious cloud, expanding as it consumed it. By the time the gas was gone, the fireball had doubled in size. Without a moment’s pause, it followed the same path and shot directly into the Jiao Dragon’s mouth.

BOOM!

The moment it entered, the fireball exploded!

The Jiao Dragon screeched in agony, its face completely mangled by the Fiery Flame Fireball’s explosion. Its claws, which had been poised to strike Qin Fan, froze in place as its body began to thrash and roll wildly on the ground.

"So it hasn’t developed Spiritual Wisdom. No wonder it’s just lurking in this cave pool. Its cultivation is still lacking," Qin Fan remarked with a casual smile. He leaped onto the Jiao Dragon’s back and began relentlessly hammering it with his fists.

ROAR!

Agony washed over the beast with every blow. With its mouth blown open, the enraged, pained, and terrified Jiao Dragon let out a series of gurgling, airy wails. It had long since lost the majestic air and contempt for humanity it had displayed earlier.

Enduring the accumulating pain, the Jiao Dragon knew, even without full Spiritual Wisdom, that it had to shake Qin Fan from its back, or a terrible fate awaited it. In a desperate frenzy, it began madly ramming itself against the cave walls!

Stone chips flew everywhere, carving deep, crisscrossing grooves into the once-smooth cave walls. The gurgling roars continued unabated from the Jiao Dragon’s mouth. Finally, as it swiped toward a sharp, upright stalagmite, Qin Fan leaped off its back to dodge.

In that split second, the Jiao Dragon, its heart a tangled mess of fury, shame, hatred, and pain, did not choose to flee. Instead, it charged at Qin Fan once again.

"Here, have a taste of the Demon Extermination Sound!"

Just as the Jiao Dragon was about to crash into him, Qin Fan produced another talisman and tossed it into the air. Instantly, ripples of invisible sound waves flooded the entire cavern. If the Jiao Dragon’s mind hadn’t been injured, the Demon Extermination Sound might have been too weak to affect it. But after Qin Fan’s relentless assault and the explosion in its mouth, its mind was in complete chaos.

As the sound waves washed over it, the Jiao Dragon’s body began to tremble violently. It thrashed about, completely crazed and frantic.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Fan threw out yet another talisman.

"Summoning Thunder Spell!"

High above Yanjing Ridge, as the talisman activated in the cavern below, nine bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air. They descended with terrifying power, aimed directly at the cavern.

RUMBLE!

They penetrated the mountain rock, striking directly inside the cave!

"What’s going on?"

At the foot of the ridge, the group of Magicians and Fortune Tellers, who had been discussing how to deal with the Jiao Dragon, were shaken by the thunder and cried out in unison.

"That thunder... that thunder was summoned by someone! My god, what kind of great figure possesses such Divine Skills?" exclaimed a Magician who was particularly skilled in crafting talismans.

"Summoned thunder? Master Zhang, could you do something like that?" another man asked, his voice trembling.

"No! Nine Heavenly Thunders, with such overwhelming power... This person must be a Heavenly Master, or very close to one! If I had Divine Skills like that, why the hell would I be sitting here debating with you all!" Master Zhang was so astounded he couldn’t help but curse.

"Wait, isn’t that the area where we located the Jiao Dragon? Could a great expert have gone to deal with that beast?" Master Li, the one who had spoken with Ma Yunbin earlier, exclaimed in alarm.

"We can stop debating! Let’s hurry over there and see what’s happening!" the organizer of the dragon-slaying operation shouted, a look of profound shock on his face.

He broke into a run, and the host of Fortune Tellers and Magicians scrambled to follow, the looks of gravity and astonishment on their faces more intense than ever.