Chapter 105: Blood Spatters a Valley

But would Baichuan give them that chance?

He instantly retracted his wings, the muscles in his hind claws beneath him began to bulge, then he transformed into a black shadow and shot forth, completely leaving this narrow space behind.

In an instant, a flood dragon bursts from its cave.

He rose whirling into the air, then a pair of wings that seemed to blot out the sky unfurled, carrying a terrifying wind pressure as they danced wildly through the air.

And at this moment, that group of bizarre creatures with bat wings and the forms of young children finally saw clearly what kind of being it truly was.

And this made their pupils contract sharply, unable to believe what they were seeing: "A dragon?!"

After the shock, what followed immediately was wild joy. One of the older-looking men laughed hysterically:

"A dragon? A dragon!! A real dragon! Surely it's come seeking revenge? Since you've come, don't even think about leaving! This must be the great rise of my Flying Heaven Sect!"

Along with this laughter, a sharp, transparent sound wave vibrated the air and spread out in all directions.

At the same time, the people behind also began to howl together.

One howl after another began to ring out, and whether it was because they shared the same origin, the sound waves produced by these howls actually converged and merged together, transforming into a massive, powerful sound wave.

In an instant, centered on that old man, ring after ring of powerful sound waves rippled transparently through the air, like the waves raised by a stone dropped into water, spreading outward in circles through the air.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the earth began to tremble slightly, cracks began to appear in the stone walls of the valley, and the branches and leaves of the distant forest kept shaking, sending a carpet of leaves falling to the ground.

All of this was proof of just how tremendous its power was!

Just how fast the speed of sound truly is—Baichuan, who in his past life was a poor student, had no concrete concept of it, but now, he seemed to know.

Fast—indescribably fast!

The moment he saw that sound wave rippling through the air, Baichuan was already too late to dodge and was struck by it.

One must know that his current senses could completely see through the flight trajectories of even small birds, and then, with high-speed neural reaction, command his body to arrive in advance at the place the bird was about to pass and cut it off.

But now, he could only barely sense a transparent ripple sweeping past.

For a moment, after being struck by this sound wave, Baichuan actually felt a slight dizziness, as if he, who couldn't hold his liquor, had drunk a can of beer.

At the same time, in Yingu below, countless people raised their heads, looking toward the direction of that sound.

In the center of the most resplendent palace in the valley, an old man of normal build wearing a red robe raised his head, and in his eyes, a cluster of flames seemed to be burning.

"An enemy comes? It seems someone has forgotten old man Li Fu's reputation."

He stood up, left behind a mutter to himself, and slowly walked outside.

With each step he took, a pair of fleshy wings, strange in color compared to those of the others, slowly unfurled from within his specially made clothing.

Their surface was a fiery red, as if wrapped in raging flames, and every flap caused the surrounding air to twist violently.

But just then, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he looked toward the outside, his expression somewhat unsightly.

Because that sharp sound wave had abruptly come to a stop.

……

At this moment, caught off guard, Baichuan was directly swept by these strange sound waves ring after ring, and felt himself getting dizzy.

Instinctively, he shook his head hard to drive out this strange sensation.

Looking at the old man emitting that strange, piercing sound, his heart also furrowed—this was treating him as if he didn't exist!

These monsters in human form simply hadn't put him in their eyes at all!

Already burning with fury, he instantly executed a Burst tail-sweep, and to make their deaths more painful, he kindly and specially did not transform his tail fin into a cleaving blade, but instead slapped sideways.

In an instant, his iron-plate-like tail fin trailed a string of afterimages, smashing the old thing still emitting the piercing sound waves, together with the middle-aged guards around him, into a cloud of blood mist.

Feeling much more refreshed in an instant, Baichuan moved. With a flap of his wings he became an afterimage, and directly began a rampage through this crowd that was like a swarm of flies.

His tail fin swept sideways in an instant, his dragon mouth spat a gob of phlegm-like toxic fire, or a high-pressure water line sliced across, emitting a biting cold that froze everything—each attack represented the withering of a life.

The sky began to drizzle, but what fell was not water.

It was blood!

It was the blood of the "monsters" Baichuan had slain!

But just then, more people from the valley arrived.

Whether those with wings, or those on the ground clad in hard armor, they all picked up ranged weapons.

Seeing this, Baichuan stopped his rapidly moving figure, looked down, the corners of his mouth splitting apart to reveal sharp teeth, and thought:

So you like to bunch up? Then I'll grant your wish!

The next moment, his throat swelled high, and the massive, highly corrosive, highly toxic liquid within his body began to rapidly generate and gather.

Finally, it surged toward his mouth.

In an instant, a large surge of high-temperature liquid spewed from his mouth, and immediately it seemed to transform into a rain of poison pouring down.

And at this moment, an arc of electricity flashed, and in an instant that falling rain of high-temperature poison transformed into raging flames.

For a time, those clusters of poisonous gas-emitting fireballs fell like heavenly fire.

Flames and poisonous gas began to spread through the valley, burning those below until they screamed for their fathers and mothers, all kinds of wailing rising without end.

But facing this scene, Baichuan not only felt no stir of emotion, but increased the force of his spewing.

"Beast, how dare you!"

An aged, furious shout came from far away.

Under this voice, Baichuan felt a dizziness more severe than before, but it was nothing more than like a human who, after drinking, had spun a few more circles and felt a bit nauseous.

To him, it was no big deal…

Ugh—Baichuan, who nearly vomited up the food he had just eaten, took a deep breath.

He shook his head hard, easing that nauseous, dizzy feeling.

He also furrowed his brow as he looked toward the source of the voice, thinking these fellows' sound was a bit strange!

If they were to clash head-on with him, he was completely unafraid of them, but this strange sound wave kept making him want to vomit. Damage he hadn't really seen much of, but it was just nauseating.

It seemed he had to finish this quickly.

Only to see an old man in a red robe flapping back on a pair of red wings, each beat of his wings faintly carrying sparks, causing the air to twist violently.

Accompanying his arrival, an extremely intense blast of hot wind came in an instant.

Under the gust of this hot wind, Baichuan immediately noticed the feathers on his own wings curling slightly, as if his body itself were being roasted by scorching flames.

But once his Ice Frost power began to circulate, this heat vanished at once.

And at this moment, above the sky, a startling peal of thunder suddenly rumbled.

In an instant, a torrential downpour actually began to fall.

In a flash, Baichuan discovered that the flames beneath him were gradually dying out, the spreading poisonous gas also slowly fading, and the anguished screams below also slowly ceasing.

The old man was first stunned, his face somewhat ugly as he looked at this weather — it was obvious this rainy day also had some effect on him.

But upon seeing the dragon before him looking even more wretched than he did, he burst out laughing.

His two arms and a pair of feet instantly transformed into claws grown with forest-white, blade-like talons, faintly tinged with red on them.

His mouth began to puff up, seemingly wanting to emit a piercing sound wave once more, to launch another attack.

But Baichuan was no longer prepared to drag this out.

He raised his head, looked up at the pouring rain, and began to laugh, revealing those neat, densely packed fangs gleaming with a metallic luster.

Those were his iron teeth, already completely coated with Metal Attachment!

They only knew that rainy days affected his Flight, but had no idea that his strongest state was in an environment with water.

These terrifying currents not only harm living things externally, but also stimulate his flesh internally, causing him to Burst forth with power far beyond before.

At the same time, they can also mitigate the damage the currents inflict on him.

This rain has come so timely — it is fated that their cult be destroyed!

At this moment, Baichuan felt as if he had received heaven's aid, as though even the heavens could not stand those disgusting fellows and had sent him a timely rain.

Along with wisps of electric arcs appearing and beginning to leap across his now bluish-purple scales, the old man's expression instantly changed.

The sonic boom gathering in his mouth halted, and a pair of wings that kept evaporating the rainwater and sending up thick white mist began to flap frantically as he tried to retreat.

Because he could already feel the current in the air — so powerful that even from a great distance his skin tingled with numbness — and he understood that if he didn't run now, his old life would be forfeit!

In that instant, he felt regret — why on earth had he come out? If he hadn't come out, nothing would have happened!

Of course, what he regretted even more was why he had provoked this dragon.

So this is the power of a dragon?

The power of every element at one's fingertips — truly enviable and jealousy-inducing.

But it was already too late. Amid the endless curtain of rain, Baichuan at this moment seemed to have become the incarnation of the Thunder God, radiating an aura of destruction in the vault of heaven.

In an instant, he shook both wings and, as if teleporting, arrived beside the old man, then reached out with his sharp claws and seized him — the tremendous current instantly reduced him to a lump of charcoal…

(End of this chapter)