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Chapter 1307 - Chapter 1307 Chapter 1309 Divine Eye

Chapter 1307: Chapter 1309: Divine Eye Chapter 1307: Chapter 1309: Divine Eye Song Jian glanced at the Black Dragon and felt that, since her promotion, her temperament seemed to have become even more irritable.

“Don’t move, I’m going to pull out the battle spear from your back…” Song Jian patted the Black Dragon’s sturdy body and whispered.

After stomping a centaur to death, the Black Dragon’s anger also seemed to fade a lot; she looked at Song Jian and obediently bowed her body, lying prone on the grass.

Standing on the Black Dragon’s back, Song Jian gripped the battle spear with both hands and yanked it out fiercely; the Black Dragon’s body trembled slightly as she bore the pain and issued a deep, low whine.

He took an Advanced Healing Potion from his inventory and poured it over the Black Dragon’s wound; with her healing power, such superficial skin injuries would heal in a day or two at most, but with the help of the healing potion, the recovery time could be reduced to mere minutes.

Feeling a cool sensation on the wound on her back, the Black Dragon became even more docile.

Song Jian jumped down from the Black Dragon’s back and began to examine the loot dropped by the golden centaur.

After picking up all the spoils, Song Jian’s face turned ugly; despite being a King Level boss, it hadn’t dropped a single epic equipment piece, only a golden quality battle spear.

This battle spear was a throwing weapon that fitted in the off-hand; it dealt decent damage and didn’t need to be retrieved after being thrown. After twenty seconds, it would automatically return to the off-hand equipment slot. However, if it was picked up immediately after being thrown, the cooldown would be instantly refreshed.

After carefully inspecting the battle spear’s attributes, Song Jian promptly switched out the Skeleton Crossbow.

The battle spear was not within the range of weapons used by Sword Masters; if Song Jian attacked with it, the damage would be reduced by 80%, barely enough to break the defense of a monster of the same level.

However, the attributes added by the battle spear were excellent, almost five or six times that of the Skeleton Crossbow. Most importantly, although it couldn’t deal damage to enemies, any enemy hit by the battle spear would be slowed for 5 seconds, plus this slow had priority over similar effects and normal dispelling skills would have no effect against it.

“Trash!” Song Jian looked at the corpse of the golden centaur and shook his head.

Although it gave a battle spear with good attributes, a King Level boss dropping only a golden quality item, no matter who it was, would probably curse it as trash.

Song Jian mounted the Black Dragon; with a flap of her wings, they lift off and flew toward the direction of the City of Hope.

Not long after their departure, “rumbling” noises came from the prairie, sounding like thousands of horses galloping. Looking into the distance, over five thousand fully armed centaurs charged from afar.

The leader wore a golden crown on his head, donned close-fitting soft armor, held a shield in his left hand, and clutched a one-handed hammer in his right, his face bearing a slightly aged appearance.

This centaur was King Saqin’er, the ruler of this prairie, and behind him were five thousand guards with at least the strength of elite bosses.

King Saqin’er slowly approached the corpse of the golden centaur, and seeing the wounds on the golden centaur, his expression turned sour.

After a long time, an ancient and desolate battle song rose from King Saqin’er’s mouth.

“The Saqin’er Prairie nurtures the tribe’s fearless warriors,”

“Facing the enemy, they march forward bravely, without a hint of fear,”

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As King Saqin’er’s husky, deep voice rose, the guards behind him began to sing along, and the song spread across the entire Saqin’er Prairie.

Several guards came forward, gently lifting the golden centaur’s corpse, and the transparent flames that were burning the body of the centaur vanished in an instant as if they had never been there at all.

“Take Gowa’s body back for a proper burial!” King Saqin’er’s face, as sharp as a knife’s edge, revealed a resolute expression as he spoke to his royal guards, “Split off one thousand men and join me in pursuit of the enemy, even if we must chase them to the ends of the earth, I will have their heads to mourn my son!”

The royal guards, upon hearing King Saqin’er’s words, stirred slightly, and a burly half-centaur hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, speaking softly, “My king, you are the leader of our tribe. Leave the pursuit to us. I will surely bring you the head of the enemy who killed the third prince!”

“He killed my son!” King Saqin’er stared emotionlessly at the half-centaur, and after a long silence, the other retreated backward, no longer attempting to dissuade him.

Before long, King Saqin’er was leading one thousand royal guards, chasing in the direction that Black Dragon had fled, while the remaining people escorted the body of the golden half-centaur back to the tribe.

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Song Jian, riding atop Black Dragon’s back, was unaware that behind them, a team of half-centaurs was in pursuit.

After flying for a while longer, Song Jian suddenly felt a searing pain at the center of his forehead and instinctively placed his hand there, letting out a pained groan.

Black Dragon turned to glance at Song Jian, a trace of confusion in its eyes. Seeing the painful expression on Song Jian’s face, Black Dragon hesitated for a moment before slowly descending.

By then, they had left the bounds of Saqin’er Prairie and arrived at a desolate Gobi, where the ground was strewn with large rocks and clusters of brown weeds.

A gust of wind blew, and a ghostly howl echoed through the Gobi, sounds made as the wind passed over the weathered rocks.

Once on the ground, Black Dragon transformed into a little girl with black hair, looking at Song Jian who was kneeling on the Gobi, trembling and clutching his forehead, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Song Jian, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” Black Dragon Kamata asked, standing beside Song Jian.

“The Breaking Illusion Divine Eye has been nurtured successfully. Now, huff huff~ it’s…” Song Jian was dripping with sweat, gasping for air with a look of great discomfort.

“My forehead, it feels like something is burrowing out from there!” Song Jian felt as though a worm was gnawing at his flesh and trying to drill its way out.

Moments later, a shaft of Seven-colored Divine Light burst forth from between the fingers Song Jian had placed over his eyes, illuminating the vicinity for tens of meters around.

An aura of the Dragon God emanated from Song Jian’s forehead, and Black Dragon Kamata’s face showed surprise as she backed away, her mouth agape and her body trembling uncontrollably, “How is this possible…”

Song Jian suddenly let out a low roar, feeling as though a crisp cracking sound had echoed within his mind.

Crack~

After a slight noise, Song Jian felt as though he had been reborn, as if he had shed a thick outer shell. The entire world seemed to come alive anew, and his senses grew keener.

The surrounding scenery became more vibrant and beautiful. Even though it was getting dark, Song Jian could see objects hundreds of meters away clearly.

Everything around him conveyed a multitude of rich, colorful pieces of information, even the breeze carried information from miles away.

“The Breaking Illusion Divine Eye has been successfully nurtured!” A cool sensation spread from the center of his forehead, Song Jian slowly stood up, moving his hands away, revealing an eye with a Dark Gold vertical pupil at his forehead, rotating slightly as it absorbed everything around him, exuding endless authority.

Black Dragon Kamata, after just one glance at this vertical eye, found herself involuntarily kneeling on one knee, her head bowed low, chanting words of praise to the Dragon God.

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