I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

The term "dragon's molt," as the name suggests, is similar to "snake's molt," referring to the skin shed by a dragon.

All dragon species must undergo a molting process to grow.

The addition of the prefix "seven times" usually refers to pure-blooded dragons, that is, the molts of true dragons.

Pureblood dragons are almost immortal creatures; therefore, their age is not measured in time, but in the number of times they molt.

Each time a pure-blooded dragon molts, it undergoes a qualitative change. Starting from its infancy at birth, six molts mark its adolescence, twelve molts its adulthood, and twenty molts its prime.

If a dragon has molted more than thirty times, it will be called an 'Ancient Dragon'.

Pureblood dragons are creatures born from nature. After they die, everything on their bodies returns to nature, but their 'dragon molts' are among the very few materials that can be preserved. Therefore, they are extremely precious and can easily sell for hundreds of millions, and are basically priceless.

The "seventh dragon molt" refers to the skin that a true dragon sheds for the seventh time.

This is a true dragon that has entered its youth stage, much stronger than the one Xue Jing killed in the border area.

Although it is only a dragon's molt and certainly cannot compare to the real dragon's body, it is obviously extremely terrifying. The alien membrane made from it is unparalleled in its sturdiness.

It's no wonder this person was so confident that he directly put pressure on Xue Jing; there was indeed a reason for his confidence.

However… Xue Jing's expression turned strange.

He slowly dissipated the Shadow Flame Armor that enveloped his palms, revealing the silver-white claws that grew from his five fingers.

...through Ning Fengwan's loving fragrance, it was shared with his 'Snake-Slaying Vanguard'.

Its ability is to absolutely restrain dragons and snakes.

A crimson elbow blade came hurtling towards him, glowing red and distorting the air around it, clearly indicating extremely high temperature. This time, Xue Jing did not make contact with it, but quickly ducked to avoid it. Then, he punched the opponent under the armpit, making a loud bang and causing him to stagger.

"I told you it's no use!"

The man continued shouting, but Xue Jing didn't reply. He made a claw shape with his right hand, the silvery-white claw gleaming with a cold light, and grabbed at the man's heart.

"puff--"

With ease, and almost without any obstruction—or rather, its skin, made from dragon molts, tore itself apart just before it came into contact with the Serpent Slayer, avoiding it as if it were doomed!

Xue Jing's arm pierced through the other man's chest and appeared behind him, his hand holding a blood-soaked heart.

"How...how is this possible!?"

The man's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Without giving him a chance to struggle, Xue Jing knew how tenacious these people with alien plants were, so he immediately used the snake-slaying spears on his hands to grab the man's wounds and pulled hard from side to side.

"Pull-"

The man was torn in two by Xue Jing, who then forcefully threw the two halves of his body to the left and right, sending them hundreds of meters away.

"Don't talk so much in your next life... Also, your manners need improvement. Stop using vulgar language like 'I'm the boss' all the time."

Xue Jing said calmly.

"Quan Long!!"

No one expected that the man named Quan Long, on whom so much hope was placed, would not even last two rounds against Xue Jing.

"Damn it, stop pretending to be cool like the Calabash Brothers, let's all attack!"

Without even a moment's mourning for Quan Long's death, the one who immediately rushed to the battlefield was—

Xue Jing's gaze sharpened as he looked at the countless attacks and figures coming his way, no longer wanting to delay any longer.

He unleashed his Flame Chain, disappearing from his spot in an instant at a speed exceeding everyone's expectations, leaving only a magnificent rainbow-colored tail flame, causing everyone's attacks to miss their target.

"Where did it go!?"

All the members of the Dragon Cult and the Xu Clan looked around, searching for Xue Jing.

Before long, someone pointed in a direction and shouted, "He's over there!"

Everyone turned to look and saw Xue Jing in a high position, quite far away from them, looking down at them with indifferent and contemptuous eyes.

If someone were to look down from a higher vantage point, from a god-like perspective, they would see a certain scene.

Xue Jing's main body, the Night-Shining Blade, and the Forgotten Greatsword were each positioned in one corner, forming a huge triangular encirclement that surrounded all the enemies.

Upon seeing this scene, Xu Wenkui suddenly had a bad feeling.

Her skin writhed more and more violently, as if countless tiny insects were about to hatch.

"Run! Everyone, get out of there immediately and scatter!"

She gritted her teeth and shouted.

However, it was too late.

Xue Jing unleashed his twin flexibility, taking a deep breath and inhaling oxygen almost violently, causing noticeable airflow fluctuations in the surrounding area.

Then, he remotely transferred the large amount of energy he had generated to the Night-Shining Blade and the Forgotten Greatsword.

At the same time, his spirit and consciousness activated the Heavenly Will Blade, using the Mahayana Flying Sword technique to split it into three.

The speed and power of twins are bestowed upon it.

"The profound meaning of Mahayana Buddhism—"

"Three months under the same sky!"

Xue Jing, Zhao Ye Dao, and the Forgotten Greatsword instantly transformed into three beams of white-gold light, converging together and intersecting.

Three full moon phantoms appeared in the sky, level with the sun.

Countless silver cherry blossom petals drifted down slowly.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The sounds of countless knives slicing into flesh rang out simultaneously.

Most of the hundreds of enemies present were instantly pulverized, like shattered porcelain, turning into countless scattered pieces of flesh and bone.

It was a scene like purgatory, extremely bloody, yet against the backdrop of three full moons and silver cherry blossoms, it gained a touch of dark, beautiful beauty.

The blood mist completely permeated the area, forming a blood cloud when viewed from the ground.

"..."

The few survivors stared blankly at the scene, speechless.

"...As I have said, in this battle, most of us, perhaps all of us, will die."

The leader of the Dragon Cult closed his eyes and sighed.

Xu Wenqiu pressed her palm against her chest, her horizontally shaped eyes gleaming with a bright blue light, and she breathed heavily as she said:

"...I saved you, not so you would say discouraging things."

"Use whatever other methods or trump cards you have!"

The leader of the Dragon Cult recited in a devout tone:

"For His Highness the Divine Child, for His Majesty Shesha who will one day be born and bring infinite ages to this world, I offer this body with the utmost honor..."

“Great ‘Firstborn Son of the Serpent,’ King of the Naga who symbolizes infinity, grant me a part of your endless infinity…”

He spoke at an incredibly fast pace, so fast that it defied the laws of physics. In a mere second, he recited a prayer of hundreds of words, yet every single word was clearly audible to those around him.

next moment.

The cult leader opened his eyes, revealing a pair of terrifying vertical pupils, crimson tinged with gold, seemingly containing boundless divine power, their magnificence beyond description.

Then, his entire body, like boiling water, began to change, throb, and rapidly expand and grow larger.

Before long, a giant crimson-gold serpent, hundreds of meters long, with seven heads, and constantly emitting hoarse cries, appeared in the air.

"hiss---!!"

The fierce hissing of the snakes shook the air currents, causing the surrounding blood mist to scatter and form a circular 'vacuum zone' hundreds of meters wide.

Everyone staggered, nearly knocked unconscious by the ultrasonic waves.

"This is... the Naga serpent?"

Xu Muchun covered his ears and stared in amazement at the giant snake with seven heads.

"A race favored by the gods, created by the alien god 'Infinite Dragon' using himself as a template..."

A member of the Xu family who had been saved by Xu Wen-kui asked, "It is said that the more heads a Naga serpent has, the stronger it is. This one only has seven heads, so what level is it?"

Xu Muchun answered without hesitation, "It should be around danger level 6.3..."

The Xu family member hissed in surprise, "Isn't that a sure win?!"

Danger level 6.3... This is a level that could easily destroy a city without any powerful experts.

Although this boy named Xue Jing was stronger than anyone expected, he certainly couldn't reach level 6.3.

"It's hard to say, something's not right."

Xu Wenkui frowned.

After the Dragon Cult leader transformed into a Naga, he did not launch an attack. Instead, he stared warily at Xue Jing not far away. The seven snake heads were somewhat timid, as if they wanted to step forward, but were not quite daring to.

"Wow... your senses have become much sharper since you turned into an animal."

Xue Jing clenched his fists, looking at the multi-headed giant snake with some curiosity.

The feeling this monster gave him was similar to that of the young dragon in its prime when he first saw it in the borderlands; it gave him a sense that he couldn't fight it head-on.

"If it weren't for the snake-slaying elite soldiers, the outcome would have been hard to say; they probably would have had to run away."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Now..."

He stretched out his palm and made a snapping gesture.

Black energy gathered at his fingertips, forming a black pellet, which he flicked with his finger.

The black ball shot rapidly toward the giant snake.

This seemed like a probing attack. The giant snake didn't sense any threat from the black ball, as it clearly couldn't harm its hard scales imbued with special divine power. Therefore, it merely stared warily at Xue Jing without dodging or ignoring the black ball.

However, just as the black ball reached the giant snake and was about to strike its vital spot, it suddenly stopped and transformed into a small ball of black flame.