Chapter 85

This is a pangolin, its body a light golden color, astonishingly large, stretching dozens of meters long. It coiled there, its golden eyes cold and filled with a heavy aura of killing intent.

A pangolin of such size, just the sight of it was enough to make one's hair stand on end and send chills down the spine. What kind of formidable power could reside within that golden, mountain-like body?

Little Bao's expression was calm, without joy or worry, quietly observing, preparing for an earth-shattering battle!

This pangolin seemed to have killed millions of living beings, a fierce and bloody aura emanating from it. In an instant, the scene before him transformed into a sea of corpses and blood, bizarre and terrifying.

"Is it about to begin?!" Little Bao focused, bracing himself to defend against this mental assault.

These scenes were so vivid, one tribe after another being destroyed, everyone slaughtered, bodies strewn everywhere, pools of blood everywhere, the earth a deep red. It was like hell, and an ordinary person would have collapsed on the spot.

Little Bao's expression was grave. This spirit guardian was no simple being. Perhaps it carried something extraordinary, recording those scenes, its origins astonishing, its aura making one's heart race!

The massive pangolin moved, the entire mountain trembling with it. Its dozens-of-meters-long body emitted a blinding light, the golden radiance turning the rocks, trees, and fallen leaves a light golden color.

The mountain was shrouded in a mist, filled with a powerful killing intent.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the pangolin moved, like a vast golden ocean surging, causing a huge wave to crash forward, overwhelming and powerful. In just an instant, the ancient trees were snapped and flung into the air, the rocks shattered and scattered.

The scene was astonishing, like waves crashing against the shore, rocks and giant trees breaking and flying into the sky, exploding under the golden aura.

In the distance, a group of bandits trembled, the sight of this divine power-like scene erasing their ferocity, making them shiver.

A massive golden claw extended, several meters long, striking Little Bao, shattering rocks and reducing trees to dust, the light blinding, the power overwhelming.

Little Bao did not dodge. With a single arm, he wielded the divine strength of 108,000 catties, now even stronger, enhanced by the secret power of runes, making him even more terrifying. He raised his hand to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

His small hand, covered in runes, collided with the massive golden claw, instantly bursting into a flood of light, sweeping in all directions.

Trees snapped, rocks flew, and the bandits in the distance were flung like dry grass, the golden waves vast and terrifying.

In the end, when the scene calmed, Little Bao had only retreated a few steps. His divine strength was world-shaking, meeting the massive golden pangolin head-on without falling behind.

The golden spirit guardian's eyes glinted with a strange light. It was no ordinary spirit guardian, with a great lineage, inheriting the blood of ancient dragons, its physical body the strongest.

"Boom!"

The pangolin moved again, turning sharply, its golden tail sweeping across, destroying everything in its path. It struck a massive rock weighing 100,000 catties, shattering it.

It was too powerful and fierce!

Little Bao did not act rashly, his body light and agile like a butterfly, gracefully retreating with the violent waves.

The golden tail swept across, shattering several rocks weighing tens of thousands of catties. As it was about to stop, Little Bao moved, seizing the opportunity, extending his small hands to grab the scales on its tail, hugging it tightly and spinning it around.

"What?" The bandits in the distance nearly fell out of their eyes, such a massive spirit guardian being moved.

Little Bao hugged its tail, lifting it and slamming it into the mountain wall, rocks falling and burying the area, the scene astonishing.

Although he had taken advantage of the situation, it still displayed a terrifying strength, hard to believe for a child of seven or eight years old.

"Is he... the descendant of an ancient fierce beast?"

"In ancient times, the descendants of beasts like the Ya Zhi and Tāo Tiě, who could battle deities, were no more than this! How can such a terrifying child appear in a small village in this wilderness?!" The leader of the bandits showed a look of fear.

"Bang"

Many rocks, weighing thousands or tens of thousands of catties, flew up as the golden pangolin crawled out, unharmed, its tough armor difficult to penetrate.

It was a spirit guardian, mysterious and powerful, not easily defeated, far from being seriously injured.

The pangolin charged at Little Bao, engaging in a fierce battle. Its body was large and powerful, each strike of its golden claws releasing a fierce aura, enough to shatter a small mountain.

However, Little Bao met each attack, leaping and dodging, clashing with the golden spirit guardian, both emitting dazzling light, the aura overwhelming.

"Physical strength to battle a spirit guardian with the blood of ancient dragons, this is like a myth, and he's just a child." The leader of the bandits felt like he was going mad, the scene before him so unreal.

The two, one large and one small, battled fiercely for hundreds of moves, neither gaining the upper hand. The bandits were stunned, a mere child battling a spirit guardian? Who could believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes!

Suddenly, the pangolin stood upright, divine light radiating from it, its aura powerful, much more agile. It stood like a human, its claws and legs flexible, moving swiftly and nimbly.

"Swish!"

It struck with a claw, which Little Bao dodged, but then it lifted a leg, sweeping across like a terrifying martial arts master, swift and fierce.

Little Bao, in mid-air, had no choice but to block with his hands, the impact sending him flying.

At that moment, the spirit guardian turned like lightning, its long, golden tail sweeping across the sky, striking Little Bao.

"Bang"

Despite crossing his hands in front of him, the powerful strike still hit him, sending him flying and crashing into a distant mountain wall.

A human-shaped hole appeared, the stone wall cracking, rocks falling, the scene astonishing.

Little Bao spat out a mouthful of blood, shaking the stone wall apart, and emerged, his eyes bright, more cautious.

The golden spirit guardian, though massive, moved with incredible agility, not a bit clumsy, its agility not matching its size.

"Swish!"

It turned quickly, then leaped, directly pouncing on Little Bao. This was a massive creature, dozens of meters long, and if it hit, it would cause a mountain to collapse.

Little Bao was surprised, indeed underestimating the spirit guardian. Runes flashed, he moved swiftly, emerging from the rocks and dodging to the side.

The golden pangolin pounced, missing, then leaped across, colliding with Little Bao, trying to crush him against the mountain wall, its attack fierce and ruthless.

It was too fast, like a golden lightning bolt, the spirit guardian's movements swift, its attacks as fast as lightning, fierce and domineering.

Little Bao, covered in runes, clung to the mountain wall like a gecko, swiftly climbing up, covering dozens of meters in an instant.

With a loud boom, the golden pangolin struck the stone wall, failing to crush Little Bao, but causing the mountain to shake and crack.

Little Bao was decisive, diving down like a young divine bird, spreading his wings and descending swiftly, landing on the spirit guardian's head with a thud.

His strength was immense, able to lift a 108,000 catties rock, and this powerful kick shattered the golden scales, drawing blood from the spirit guardian.

It must be said, this pangolin was incredibly strong, with tough skin and a thick body. If it were another strong being, it would have been killed by Little Bao's kick, but it was unharmed, shaking its head, golden runes glowing, sending Little Bao flying.

"Too strong!" Little Bao was surprised, the spirit guardian more terrifying than he had imagined.

Runes flashed, divine techniques flying, the two clashed fiercely, hundreds of moves passing in a blink. Little Bao was increasingly alarmed, already heavily injured. Besides the strike from the golden tail, he had also been hit by a claw on his back, nearly breaking his spine, blood streaming, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

This spirit guardian was fierce and powerful, extremely difficult to deal with. Little Bao felt that the spirit guardian itself had a problem, otherwise it would be even more terrifying.

The golden pangolin must have a significant background, possibly from a not-so-small tribe, otherwise how could it be so extraordinary, and its bloodline seemed noble.

"It has a hidden ailment, otherwise I would have no chance and would have to flee." Little Bao muttered to himself.

He also struck the spirit guardian with his powerful attacks, its physical strength surpassing even the pangolin known for its tough body, shattering many of its scales, but ultimately unable to seriously injure it.

Suddenly, a terrifying wave of energy erupted, golden light raining down, the aura terrifying, making one shudder.

Little Bao's hair stood on end, a chill running down his spine. The golden light rain was not petals but the golden scales of the spirit guardian, which it had shed in an instant, launching this terrifying attack.

"This is its divine weapon!"

Little Bao was alarmed, each scale a treasure, transforming into a golden rain, beautiful but incredibly lethal, a golden storm.

He moved swiftly, dodging, the divine weapon's power truly terrifying.

Clearly, the light rain struck, the mountain and cliffs instantly pitted and riddled with holes, penetrated through!

Although Little Bao was fast, he could not fly or teleport. The dense golden scales blocked his path.

"Open!"

He shouted, his hands glowing, two silver moons appearing, colliding and merging into a silver millstone, blocking the path ahead.

The silver millstone spun, generating a powerful suction, drawing in the golden scales, trying to crush them all.

However, this was a true divine weapon, impossible to shatter, otherwise it wouldn't be precious. The golden scales were only partially suppressed.

The rest continued to fly, the golden rain filling the sky, and with a series of "puffs," Little Bao ultimately couldn't avoid them all. Three golden scales pierced his body, creating three bright blood holes.