Chapter 51: The Mighty Little Palace Master

Chen Yi He now has no trace of confusion left; all his worries have been thrown to the clouds. He is like a stray dog, frantically fleeing, but the flood dragon behind him relentlessly chases him. Fortunately, when Chen Yi He was at Tiger Mountain, he trained a body technique for escaping death; otherwise he would have long been bitten to pieces by the flood dragon and swallowed!

"Bang!" Chen Yi He crashed headfirst into a tombstone, nearly knocking himself unconscious. The fog was too thick; he had misgivings ahead and behind, inevitably losing his senses, he struck the tombstone, and the hard tombstone was smashed into two pieces by his head.

Chen Yi He felt dizzy and saw stars; a brief pause let the flood dragon catch up. The dragon flicked its body, flinging Chen Yi He to the ground! His ribs already ached, and this blow added pain upon pain, immediately bringing tears to his eyes.

"Damn it. I'll fight you to the end!" Chen Yi He wasn't unwilling to run, but he had no retreat. He simply drew his sword and decided to give it a go!

When the flood dragon's blood‑filled maw fell, Chen Yi He dodged the opening and stabbed his sword into its side!

The Purple Tempered Sword is the third‑ranked divine sword of God Sword Mountain Villa, yet it couldn't pierce something! This was Chen Yi He's first time using it. He almost choked on his anger and spat blood.

The flood dragon flicked its body again, striking Chen Yi He once more! If Chen Yi He hadn't protected himself with the Wither‑and‑Flourish Heart Sutra, he would have been torn to shreds! They are not on the same level. The speed at which the flood dragon flicks its body is something Chen Yi He cannot match; no matter how fast he moves, he cannot dodge!

"Cloud‑Pushing Palm!" Chen Yi He exerted all his strength, unleashing this palm strike at the flood dragon's head. But to the flood dragon it was merely a tickle! The flood dragon roared again, shaking Chen Yi He away! He nearly went deaf from the shock, or was knocked unconscious!

Still the same— they are not on the same level!

Chen Yi He was tormented by the flood dragon…… "Could it be that I, Chen Yi He, am destined to die here?" Chen Yi He was nearly despairing, unable to win by fighting or escape. He clutched his chest, spitting blood, his body covered in wounds from the lashings…… It was nothing short of torture.

The flood dragon loomed above, its proud expression seeming to say, "Run, you run! Run for me to see!"

When the flood dragon was about to deliver a fatal bite to Chen Yi He, a red light suddenly appeared, striking right at the dragon's mouth!

"Woo—woo—woo!" The flood dragon seemed to have been slapped! This slap changed the direction of its lower jaw, violently slamming onto the open ground beside Chen Yi He, leaving a deep imprint of a mouth on the ground!

The red light flashed again, carrying Chen Yi He away.

By the time Chen Yi He reacted, he was already more than seven or eight hundred meters away from the flood dragon. The smoke from where the dragon's lower jaw had been had dissipated. Chen Yi He finally saw clearly who had saved him: "You… you are? Wu……"

"Wu Rong."

"'Purgatory Hand' Wu Rong!" Chen Yi He recalled, the impression Wu Rong left on him was deep indeed! One palm scorched to death a burly man of the Threefold Heavens! He didn't have time to wonder why Wu Rong would appear here, but the red light just now was not the same as Wu Rong's true qi, "No, there's still another red light!"

"Palace Master." Wu Rong said.

It was the Palace Master, who with a single move knocked the flood dragon's jaw askew; even as a sneak attack, that was strong enough! At just over ten years old, to have such terrifying cultivation! Capable of moving the legendary flood dragon.

The flood dragon flew into a rage! It had actually been educated by puny humans! It wildly thrashed its massive body, no longer leisurely playing with Chen Yi He, but surged toward the Palace Master Chair! It intended to coil its body around the Palace Master Chair, strangle her, then devour her! Not only the Palace Master Chair, but also Chen Yi He and Wu Rong!

Roughly, the flood dragon's ruthless anger stirred the fog, scattering it east and west, clearing Chen Yi He's vision greatly, and his gaze found the Palace Master!

The Palace Master stood there, unmoving; the flood dragon rushed down from above, and whether it was that tremendous impact force or its hard body, either was enough to smash the Palace Master to pieces!

Compared to the flood dragon, the Palace Master was so tiny! Only seen, she flipped the hem of her great red skirt backward, stepped forward with a snow‑white long leg, her hands pulling outward to either side, two red lights gradually appearing in her palms, and when the flood dragon was about to hit her, she thrust both palms forward!

Her two palms merged into one, palms' bases joined, the two palms and ten fingers seeming to form a brilliant large red flower! A red light shot forth toward the flood dragon!

Just like the ki blast in an animation, just like the laser in Star Wars!

"Bang…… rumble rumble rumble!"

The intense red light made Chen Yi He unable to open his eyes; if he weren't standing firm, he would surely have been blown away by that tremendous force!

"So strong……" When Chen Yi He saw the flood dragon's right side of the head smashed to pieces, his admiration came from the bottom of his heart.

The Palace Master lowered her palms, let down her skirt hem, her gaze firm yet expressionless; she remained like an unblemished rose standing amidst a cluster of flowers, so proud, so perfect, so pure.

The fog thickened again.

The flood dragon retreated like a child who had made a mistake, twisting and turning, its serpentine body disappearing into the chaotic fog.

The Palace Master repelled the flood dragon with a single palm.

Chen Yi He was so astonished his jaw almost couldn't close, "You… you guys, what are you doing here……?"

"We heard the commotion over here and rushed over immediately." Wu Rong replied, it being rare for him to say so much in one breath.

Chen Yi He had always thought that people like Wu Rong and the Palace Master would, even after ten years in the Thousandfold Gate, not even exchange a word with him, let alone lend a hand to save his life!

Then he remembered the "Thousandfold Gate"! Chen Yi He's head began to hurt again.

"Are you thinking of the Thousandfold Gate?" the Palace Master walked over slowly, her words even colder than her demeanor.

"Hmm……" Chen Yi He wondered how the Palace Master knew his thoughts.

"Here, don't think too much; just focus on how to get out." Is this a kind reminder from the Palace Master?

Chen Yi He sheathed the Purple Tempered Sword behind his back. Suddenly, he saw something that glimmered in the fog.

The three of them stepped closer and saw that it was exactly where the flood dragon's askew bite had just taken a chunk; on the ground was a deep pit, inside which lay a foreign object. The tombstone Chen Yi He had just broken was this person's, and his burial mound had been gnawed open by the flood dragon.

Chen Yi He felt that the foreign object was familiar……

"Clang!" Wu Rong punched the foreign object, blasting it out to fall at their feet.

"Is it an iron sheet?" Chen Yi He saw clearly that it was a piece of black ironware.

"No, it's iron armor." the Palace Master said.

……

Still in that same darkness, before the mysterious bronze mirror, stood seven people.

The seven people each wore black robes; they were the seven elders of the Thousandfold Gate.

"Interesting." the Grand Elder smiled slightly.

In the bronze mirror, there was no fog; everything could be seen clearly.

"In the blink of an eye, six months have passed." the Fifth Elder sighed, it being another time of parting and death. She was the sole female elder, yet the most ruthless of them.

"What do you all think?" the Grand Elder waved a hand at the bronze mirror, the image shown in it vanished, and instead the mirror functioned as a mirror for the seven elders, reflecting them.

"The Palace Master of the Five Absolutes Palace and Wu Rong of the Purgatory Gate are not simple; even the flood dragon can't handle them." the Sixth Elder said.

The Grand Elder remained silent, the other elders dared not speak much; after a long while, the Grand Elder asked, "Old Seven, how are the others?"

"They have already drained the vital blood of three people." the Seventh Elder replied.

"Which three people?"

"Iron Armor, Zhang BeiHai, and Zhou Kai."

"Then why didn't you destroy all of their belongings completely, instead leaving traces?" the Grand Elder turned to face the Seventh Elder, speaking dissatisfied, "Don't overcomplicate things, understand?"

"Understood."

"If we mess this up, all of us will have to be buried with you, you know?"

I know.

Go resolve it.

Yes.

After the seventh elder left, the grand elder gave a faint smile, "This year's disciples are really tenacious!"