In the blizzard raging wildly, even time itself seemed to freeze at this moment.
The jet-black claw that had been poised to tear Luo Lin open from belly to throat hung suspended in midair, halted by an unseen force.
From the swirling vortex of snow and ice, a pale, delicate hand—so small it seemed utterly devoid of strength—emerged. With a casual, single-handed grip, it caught the demon wolf’s claw strike, which carried terrifying kinetic energy!
The howling wind ceased abruptly.
The black-robed priest’s murderous pupils contracted to their limit.
As the snow and wind dispersed, a tiny figure reminiscent of an ice spirit stood amidst the scattered, withered branches and fallen leaves.
It was a face capable of outshining every self-proclaimed beauty among the noble ladies of the Sera Continent. The girl had silver-white, waist-length straight hair, its strands shimmering with a cold, gentle luster like moonlight.
Hidden atop her head was a pair of barely noticeable, crystalline silver dragon horns. Her translucent ice-blue eyes held the innate pride and aloofness of the dragon race.
Turning into a girl was one thing, but what shattered Luo Lin’s spirit the most was the clothes she wore right now.
The moment she transformed, the blizzard had shredded her original garments. Left with no choice, she opened her storage ring and pulled out the clothes from a suitcase originally prepared for “pleasure-seeking”—
“This is what I get for my own schemes,” she self-mockingly said.
Those clothes were the seductive variant black-and-white lace nun’s habit that Niu Zi had prepared for “observing the people’s conditions” in the Red Light District. The original design featured a deep V-neck, tight fit, and micro-mini length, intended to accentuate a mature woman’s curves.
However, worn on this newly awakened silver dragon loli—barely a few soda cans tall, with soft, baby-fat cheeks—the outfit took on an entirely different flavor.
The neckline was too wide, slipping down to her rounded shoulders, revealing large expanses of snow-white, jade-like skin and delicate collarbones. The skirt was too long; what was meant to be a micro-mini had turned into a knee-length dress.
Even the matching pure-white thigh-high stockings were too long for her short legs, bunching up into layers of adorable wrinkles around her knees.
This was hardly the fiery temptress meant for the Red Light District’s top spot! It was clearly a little kid sneaking into her parents’ wardrobe and putting on oversized clothes while they were away! The originally loose and revealing outfit, worn on her soft, chubby body, exuded an indescribable, unbearably cute charm that made you want to pinch her cheeks!
‘Damn it, all my dignity down the drain!’ Selina let out a despairing wail in her heart.
But there was no time to feel shame over the gender change and this ridiculous attire.
“Get lost!”
With a sharp glare, Selina twisted her left hand, which was still holding the claw, and crushed the demon wolf’s finger bones. Then, her small body stepped forward, and her seemingly tender right fist, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, slammed fiercely into the demon wolf’s massive lower jaw!
BAM!
The enormous demon wolf let out a miserable howl, its body flying backward like a cannonball from that tiny fist. It only stopped after crashing through a huge ancient tree.
The black-robed priest drew a sharp breath at the terrifying power. But his shock lasted only half a second. Then, an extremely twisted fervor and greed ignited like wildfire in his eyes!
“Dragon race—and a pure-blooded Silver Dragon Royal Clan at that! No mistake, this is the legendary Silver Dragon.”
The black-robed priest trembled with excitement, his voice turning sharp and hoarse from extreme exhilaration. “Hahaha! Great Wrath Demon God Samoll be praised! I’ve encountered a newly awakened Silver Dragon!”
His murky eyes roamed unabashedly over Selina’s beautiful face and fair skin, greedy and undisguised. A dragon’s entire body was a priceless treasure. If he captured her, not just the position of Blue-robed Bishop, but even Red-robed Grand Archbishop was within his reach!
“You old pervert, what are you staring at?!”
Selina felt a chill of disgust under that lecherous gaze.
With a stomp, she shattered the ice beneath her feet, and her small body like an agile snow rabbit instantly crossed several dozen meters. Her pink fist, carrying a sharp wind, aimed straight for the black-robed priest’s face.
However, this newly awakened Selina possessed terrifying physical strength and an abyssal mana reserve but had no idea how to release mana externally!
Her attacks now were pure, physical auto-attacks!
BAM!
Just as her fist was about to smash the black-robed priest’s nose, his body crumbled like a weathered sand sculpture, dispersing into a cloud of dense, purple-black dust!
“What?!” Selina’s pupils contracted as her fist struck empty air.
BOOM!!!
The next second, the dust scattered around her violently exploded without warning! The狂暴冲击波 mixed with corrosive mana engulfed Selina instantly.
Even though the Silver Dragon’s physical resistance was extremely high, this point-blank blast still sent her flying. Selina rolled clumsily through the snow, several bloody scratches appearing on her snow-white skin, and dust staining the tips of her silver hair.
“Hahaha! I see now!” Dozens of meters away, the black-robed priest’s figure re-formed. He had seen through Selina’s predicament and let out an arrogant laugh. “Barely a dragon’s body, without being able to release even a speck of mana! A beast that only knows how to punch—what a perfect prey delivered right to me!”
He strutted like a victorious rooster: “Little dragon whelp, this is a secret art I acquired from the ruins. As long as you’re coated in my mana-infused dust, I can detonate it at will! Even if your dragon body is tough, under this endless kiting attrition, you’re nothing but a living target!”
Seeing the black-robed priest’s smug expression, Selina’s silver teeth clenched her pink lips tightly. Her cute mouth pouted slightly from discontent. This expression, meant to be fierce, instead resembled a炸毛 little milk cat—dangerously cute.
The battle that followed turned into one-sided slaughter.
Every time Selina tried to get close, the black-robed priest would dissolve into dust and then detonate around her wildly!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Continuous explosions sounded through the forest. Selina was like a small boat in a storm, repeatedly tossed by the shockwaves. Her ill-fitting nun’s habit was torn into various-sized holes, the pure-white stockings were slashed, revealing blood-streaked, white skin underneath.
Her breathing grew more ragged, and her inexperience in combat caused her stamina to drain rapidly.
“Run! Dodge! Once I blast your hands and feet off, I’ll definitely ‘cherish’ your top-tier dragon body properly!” The black-robed priest made no secret of his lecherous desire for Selina’s beauty, his gaze growing increasingly obscene.
Pain. Fatigue.
Selina knelt in the snow, gasping for air.
But in stark contrast to her battered body, her ice-blue eyes held no fear. Instead, they grew more excited with each heartbeat of the silver dragon blood boiling within her.
During the fight, her little mind was constantly analyzing.
‘Dust detonation—this old monster isn’t using magical auto-tracking; he attacks through the dust I inhale.’
‘Mana flows from high concentration to low concentration!’
At that moment, Selina’s peripheral vision caught the “Wind Flower Sword” lying in the snow.
‘If I instantly input a surge of ‘absolute voltage’ far beyond this circuit’s load limit, I can attract surrounding mana to form a storm, thereby completely burning out his technique’s structure!’
The black-robed priest, seeing Selina with her head down, thought she was exhausted. He grinned maliciously, gathering a massive cloud of dust to completely cripple her mobility.
Just then, Selina snapped her head up and grabbed the Wind Flower Sword.
“You old pervert, times have changed.”
Taking a deep breath, Selina stopped trying to release mana externally. Instead, she channeled the monstrous, bottomless mana of the Silver Dragon Royal Clan inside her body like connecting to a high-voltage power grid—frantically, uncontrollably flooding it into the crystal of the Wind Flower Sword!
HUM!!!
The Wind Flower Sword, already damaged and unable to handle much mana, burst into a blinding cyan light a million times more dazzling than the sun the moment it touched the silver dragon’s mana! Cracks covered the blade, as if it would shatter at any moment.
“Have you lost your mind?! The magic tool will self-destruct!” The black-robed priest yelled in alarm.
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