Chapter 263: The Old Dragon's Choice — Senior, Please Stay for a Talk

As the Old Dragon spoke, he was seen descending from between the dark clouds, landing not far from the old beggar and transforming into the appearance of an old man in splendid robes.

Having taken human form, the Old Dragon said nothing more, but instead directly brought his hands together as claws and made a grasping motion in the air toward the wicked flood dragon bound below.

The next moment, under a nameless suction force, the wicked flood dragon along with the orb of water waves that bound it was drawn up into the air.

"Woo~ woo~~"

He merely glanced at the wicked flood dragon in the water waves, whose eyes showed pleasant surprise as if it thought it had been saved, and then paid it no further attention.

At this moment, although the wicked flood dragon could not speak and did not understand what had happened, it knew that it seemed about to be saved.

Therefore, even though it was still within the water waves, it still cast a contemptuous glance toward the two humans watching it in the distance.

Unfortunately, it did not see the Old Dragon's exceedingly complex gaze nor the fierce look that quietly flashed and passed.

The next moment, ignoring the wicked flood dragon's actions within the water waves, the Old Dragon, right in front of the old beggar and General Jing Shen, flashed a fierce look in his eyes and abruptly clenched his grasp.

"Ahhhh——!!"

In an instant, a tremendous force suddenly struck, directly deforming the orb of water waves with its grip.

Under this overwhelming force, the wicked flood dragon, whose eyes still showed smugness, deformed along with the water waves; the sudden onslaught of intense pain allowed it only enough time to let out a single scream before falling silent.

Following that hair-raising scream, the orb of water waves was seen to instantly transform into a mass of turbid blood.

"You?"

"Old Dragon, you?"

This sudden turn of events left even the old beggar and General Jing Shen unable to understand what was happening.

Clearly the advantage was his—why this?

But they did not know that the Old Dragon also had his own considerations; with an ugly, grim smile on his face, he then dispersed the magical power binding the blood in his hand.

In an instant, the massive amount of blood was seen to crash down, then under a mysterious force transform into a rain of blood that spread across a vast area.

Only after finishing this did he cup his hands in salute and say hoarsely: "As you, old beggar, have said, the wicked flood dragon that sought to bring calamity to Sanzhou has died here and now, and its flesh and blood have been returned to Sanzhou. May the two of you be satisfied?"

"You…" the old beggar was speechless, his expression shifting constantly; his intuition told him something was off about this situation, that this Old Dragon might be playing some trick.

But the death of the wicked flood dragon could not be faked, because its flesh and blood were still continuously transforming into blood rain and falling, nourishing the mortal land.

Therefore, though he deliberated for a long time, he still could not sort out why the Old Dragon had done this, but he knew this matter had to be concluded.

Because if he kept pressing the issue, it would be he, the old beggar, being unreasonable despite being in the right; at any other time he would not care much.

Being unreasonable while in the right was no matter—humans were born superior to begin with, so who could do anything to him?

But at this moment, an old dragon-race senior was still watching nearby; regardless of that senior's temperament, if he kept pressing like this, he was bound to receive a small punishment and a stern warning, which would not be pleasant.

Thinking of this, the old beggar slowly sighed and said: "So be it, so be it. Since you, Old Dragon, have handled it. In that case, this matter is concluded. General Jing Shen, this old beggar takes his leave."

Saying so, the old beggar did not wait for General Jing Shen's reply, and with each step swaying, swiftly departed; after a few breaths, his figure was gone.

"Safe travels, old senior; Jing Yun shall not see you off."

Seeing this, the divine general also cupped his hands in a bow, watching the old beggar gradually depart.

This trip had truly been thanks to this old senior, but why did the old senior's manner of leaving seem somewhat flustered?

As General Jing Shen thought this, he suddenly realized—

Crap, how could he have forgotten that there was still an old dragon-race ancestor watching nearby!

And the actions of the two of them on this trip, though reasonable, were no different from a coercion!

No wonder the old beggar ran so fast—old senior, you have misled me!

With a bitter smile, General Jing Shen no longer hesitated; his mission had been perfectly completed, so he hurriedly cupped his hands toward the grim-faced Old Dragon and said: "Many thanks to Dragon Lord for your assistance; my mission is also complete, and I must report to His Majesty afterward. I take my leave."

After speaking, having hinted both openly and subtly that the true master of this realm was still waiting for his mission report, he also stopped dawdling and vanished from the spot.

Hmm~~?

That's it? It's over?

At this moment, Baichuan, who had been watching the entire scene from not far away, had even had the leisure to obtain a few pieces of the wicked flood dragon's flesh and blood that had transformed into blood rain, clicked his tongue somewhat unsatisfied.

He had still been hoping those clearly powerful beings would fight, so he could see how their strength manifested.

Unfortunately, all he ended up seeing was one move—Dragon-Suction Grab (the Old Dragon grabbed and drew the wicked flood dragon over)?

"For this matter, this little dragon thanks the senior greatly; I wonder if the senior might be willing to reveal yourself for a talk?"

Suddenly, after a period of silence, the Old Dragon, who had transformed into a round shape, spoke up once more abruptly.

The sound of this voice also gave Baichuan, who had fallen into deep thought, such a fright that he jumped.

Could there be some other powerful being who had, without his knowledge, crept up around him?

Thus, instantly on guard, Baichuan sharply looked left and right, and wave after wave of probing sound waves surged out from him like surging ocean waves.

At this moment, all the power in his body was poised to strike.

Yet the message returned by all the sound waves was but one: nothing abnormal.

Not only that, the other perspective in his mind had also detected not the slightest abnormality.

In an instant, after eliminating all other options, the last option, however absurd, had to be the truth!

Apart from the Old Dragon and himself in hiding, there was no other presence here now.

In that case, was the Old Dragon speaking to him?

Realizing this, Baichuan's first reaction was disbelief; after all, he was currently in a state of concealing himself!

Not only was his aura completely suppressed, his presence had been reduced to the lowest point, and on top of that his body itself was hidden.

Under such circumstances, how had he been discovered?

If he had been sensed through energy aura due to a different power system, that would be understandable, but this time the concealment methods he used included powers native to this world.

Could it be that the methods from the western region don't agree with the local conditions?

"Oh, little one, how is it that you discovered my form?"

In his puzzlement, Baichuan, while slowly revealing himself, directly asked the question; in any case, based on the Old Dragon's words, he seemed to have mistaken him for some dragon-race senior.

Accompanied by the appearance of an incomparably massive Flood Dragon, a vast wave of oppressive aura instantly began to suffuse the world, directly making it impossible for the Old Dragon, who had taken human form, to breathe. He secretly marveled, how could the elders of this clan possess such terrifying power?

Where did this ancient old monster come from?

If Baichuan were to explain this from a scientific perspective, then this oppressive aura would be because his body was simply too enormous — the total amount of air required by every single cell on his body combined left the other creatures nearby unable to inhale any air at all.

Under such circumstances, how could any creature that needed to breathe air not feel suffocated?

Of course, there should also be some biological pheromones mixed in. Not to brag, but having gathered the Biological Energy of every creature on an entire planet, his genes and his power were far from ordinary in their complexity.

These ability genes, augmented by his enormous body, invisibly struck an intangible intimidation into all other living beings.

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(End of Chapter)