CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 503: AND FEAR, COMES FROM THE UNKNOWN

Upon seeing the Fire Stream Dragon loosen its grip, Qian Qi immediately lifted her head, her eyes shining craftily as she gazed at the dragon, as though she was looking at an incomparable treasure. "Do the dragons here have treasure caves?"

This question was extremely important to Qian Qi.

In her world, whether it was Eastern or Western dragons in stories, they all loved golden and shiny treasures, so she was quite curious if the dragons in this instance also collected such things.

If they did...

Who wouldn’t ransack a dragon’s home after slaying it? Wouldn’t it be a waste otherwise?

"Hmph, of course, I do!" Hearing Qian Qi mention this, the Fire Stream Dragon couldn’t help but proudly flick its tail, "My treasure cave is... forget it, you mere humans can’t handle such sights!"

Of course, dragons love to collect treasures; hundreds of years ago, it wiped out an entire kingdom just to obtain an Eternal Pearl.

"Looks like there are quite a few good things in its treasure cave." Su Ang whispered, "Should we try to find its location?"

Qian Qi was very satisfied with the Fire Stream Dragon’s answer. She nodded, "Hmm, just right to test my new skill."

After killing the Illusion Beast BOSS, Qian Qi acquired an S-Class Illusion Beast Skill.

This Illusion Technique seemed simple but was quite complex. Qian Qi could use her spiritual power to probe into the opponent’s Spiritual Sea, thereby inheriting their memories and using those memories to trap them in an Illusion Killing Array.

However, Qian Qi wouldn’t confront these memories directly. A vast amount of memory images would undoubtedly be tedious and boring to the user, so these memory fragments would be presented with different colors and intense emotions to help the user determine which memory the opponent desires or fears the most.

Qian Qi tapped her index finger on her temple. The next moment, a dark light flashed through her bloody eyes, and a streak of blood-red spiritual power shot straight toward the Fire Stream Dragon.

The Fire Stream Dragon looked at the spiritual power rushing at its face: ?

Qian Qi: ...

"Damn it!" Qian Qi cursed awkwardly, "I forgot my spiritual power is colored!"

Everyone else’s spiritual power is colorless unless concentrated to a point where a faint white hue appears, but hers is fully visible red!

Fortunately, this streak of red spiritual power was very powerful and swift, penetrating into the Fire Stream Dragon’s mental sea in the blink of an eye. The next moment, the dragon’s massive body began to sway.

A flood of memories about the Fire Stream Dragon surged into Qian Qi’s mind like a whirlpool. If not for her Second Spiritual Power manifesting at this moment, her original B-level Spiritual Power would likely have been overwhelmed and killed by the onslaught of emotions and memories.

Qian Qi quickly sensed two particularly strong emotions.

One of greed, covetousness, bloodthirstiness; the other of pride, contempt, disdain.

No fear.

Qian Qi delved into the greedy memories and quickly found the Fire Stream Dragon’s lair. Seeing the mountain-high piles of shiny treasures, Qian Qi swallowed hard.

She’s going to be rich.

She’s going to be rich!

This dragon’s collection wasn’t just simple shiny things; the treasure cave was filled with rare Evolution Materials not found elsewhere! There was even a complete set of Dragon Skin Armor, likely a trophy collected after defeating an opponent.

Being especially collected by the Fire Stream Dragon, and with only one of its kind, it must be at least an A+ or even an S-class Battle Armor!

Qian Qi silently memorized the landscape surrounding the lair and then delved into the other emotion-filled memories of the Fire Stream Dragon.

She saw the Fire Stream Dragon standing between heaven and earth, with the corpses of all beasts and even dragons lying beneath its feet. This... seemed to be a dream the Fire Stream Dragon had once had.

In the dream, the Fire Stream Dragon’s desire to become the world’s number one overlord rushed into Qian Qi’s mind. Even with her Second Spiritual Power, she almost couldn’t withstand this godlike force.

"Little brain, but quite the grand dream." Qian Qi swayed, grabbing Su Ang’s arm to barely steady herself, "Too bad it doesn’t have something it fears; otherwise, it could scare itself to death."

Scaring itself to death was not just pure fright but a backlash of spiritual power, with all dream injuries manifesting physically, letting the illusionist inflict severe wounds or even drive the opponent to self-destruction without a single soldier.

However.

Just because the Fire Stream Dragon had no fears in the past doesn’t mean it has none today.

Qian Qi’s lips slowly arched into a sinister and malevolent smile.

Dragons fear having their scales torn; tigers fear having their tendons pulled.

She chuckled softly, "Tiger Tongs, come!"

In the Fire Stream Dragon’s Illusion Killing Array.

The Fire Stream Dragon only saw two tiny human figures on the ground pointing at the sky in terror and then turning to run. The dragon turned its head in confusion, only to see a tiger tongs not too big or too small, just three times the size of a dragon scale, snapping threateningly at it!

The Fire Stream Dragon: ???

What is this?!

The Fire Stream Dragon quickly used its skill, spewing out a fire pillar, but the tiger tongs ignored it, charging through the fire and clamping down on one of its dragon scales with a "crack!"

"Ow—" the Fire Stream Dragon howled in agony, watching the piece of dragon scale being clamped away, its scarlet eyes burning with anger, "What manner of creature are you to dare tear off my dragon scales?!"

The tiger tongs seemed oblivious, continuing toward the dragon’s body. The Fire Stream Dragon swiftly wriggled, but the tongs were agile and small, making it impossible for the dragon to avoid as they stripped its dragon scales away.

Too painful.

The Fire Stream Dragon screamed, both furious and furious, but fortunately, the tongs were quite slow. As the dragon repeatedly fired fire pillars at the tongs, even at the cost of burning its own body, the tongs finally couldn’t withstand the heat, slowly melting into a pool of molten iron.

The Fire Stream Dragon finally breathed a sigh of relief, glaring at the pool of liquid metal menacingly. It seemed this thing was only defensively stronger, not much of a threat; it just knew no being could challenge its supremacy...

Just as the Fire Stream Dragon was thinking this, it suddenly heard Qian Qi exclaim, "Ah—they’re here! So many of them!"

The dragon turned, and in the next second, its expression froze on its dragon face.

The sky filled with tiger tongs, pouring down like rain, speeding towards it, snapping their jaws. Black handles sprouted scarlet eyes, rolling and glaring at the dragon.

"Dragon scales, dragon scales, dragon scales—"

They snapped and muttered in low, demonic voices, eerie and chilling.

What kind of creatures are these?!

"Ah—!" Countless tiger tongs bit into the dragon’s scales, tearing, splattering, and blood rained down on the tongs, making them appear even more ferocious.

An illusion relies on the illusionist’s imagination.

The Fire Stream Dragon feared nothing because it had lived so long and seen enough life forms to know none were stronger.

Yet fear arises from the unknown.

Never having seen tiger tongs, enhanced by the illusion buff, made it believe the dragon scales were truly being stripped away. Accepting this reality allowed the damage to materialize on its body.

The S-Class Fire Stream Dragon, feared and revered by the outside world, was now writhing on the ground like a dragon stripped of its scales, blood oozing from its scales, its mournful cries echoing in the air, shaking the approaching Magic Beast Tide back in terror, fleeing in all directions.

Which Magic Beast was capable of wounding this overlord so grievously?!