Chapter 188: Battle with the Blackback Blackback Jiaolong Demon on the Yangchun River

Obviously, Old Man Chen ultimately still failed to intimidate the flood dragon clan within the Yangchun River.

They had lived here for far longer than even Linjiang Prefecture had existed.

"Form up!"

The captains rose in unison and, led by the deputy generals, sprinted along the riverbank. The old flood dragon was for General Chen to handle himself—the two had crossed paths for many years now, and ever since the general's realm had broken through, he could just barely match it blow for blow.

Moreover, since the old man had dared to give the order, he must have anticipated the flood dragons' counterattack and was fully confident in dealing with it!

Their job was to guard the riverbank and prevent the rest of the aquatic creatures from sneaking into Linjiang Prefecture amid the chaos.

The next moment, that black spine slowly rose to the surface, revealing scales with a metallic sheen. Its massive body churned the river water, and a sharp, ferocious head suddenly lifted!

"Aaargh!"

The flood dragon opened its enormous maw, fangs gleaming sharp, its crimson tongue sliding out as it let loose a long, sky-piercing roar!

The sound waves swept outward, staggering the steps of many captains who clapped their hands over their ears in terror, their eyes turning toward the river.

Propped up by that lithe, powerful body, the wet dragon head rose over a hundred zhang into the air. The black shadow of its sudden ascent blotted out the sky, and even now, most of its body remained hidden beneath the water.

After many years, the overlord of the Yangchun River had finally revealed its might to the world once more.

The old flood dragon lowered its gaze from the heavens toward the black-armored figure on the bank, its slit pupils radiating a chilling cold: "Chen Qiankun, who gave you the nerve to provoke this lord?"

It had accepted the Demon King's benefits and had already planned to slaughter this old man once it broke through.

It hadn't expected that before it even emerged from the water to seek revenge, the other side would turn out to be even more arrogant than itself.

"..."

Chen Qiankun let out a slow breath, the mixed-iron great halberd gripped tightly in his palm.

The aura the old flood dragon was now displaying had already confirmed the news Shen Yi had brought.

Even among the sixteen demon lords under Howling Moon, counting the advantage of the Yangchun River, this one could rank in at least the top three.

"General, what are our odds?" Liu Yuquan had clearly noticed something off about the old man.

Chen Qiankun glanced at him: "About how long until Jiang Qiulan arrives?"

Liu Yuquan calculated the time: "Half a day?"

"How has this general treated you?" Chen Qiankun withdrew his gaze and looked back at the flood dragon in the sky.

"Like a son and nephew!" Liu Yuquan answered without hesitation.

"That boy is so busy, he's probably no help. Remember to burn incense for me every year."

Chen Qiankun closed his eyes, and the mixed-iron great halberd in his hand suddenly shot from his grasp with a fierce hum, streaking straight up into the sky!

The very halberd that had once nearly slain Zhang Hengzhou in a single strike now appeared somewhat overmatched before the old flood dragon.

Sure enough, the flood dragon's face curled into a sneer.

With a casual flick of its tail, the vast Yangchun River was instantly churned up, savage waves rising dozens of zhang high as if to drown everything before them!

For a terrifying behemoth like this, every single one of its movements was a catastrophe utterly beyond the imagination of the tiny Water Cloud Hamlet.

The captains and deputy generals could strike at demons, but they could not stop such horrifying waves. They could only channel their qi to resist, watching helplessly as the sky-obscuring waves slammed toward the bank!

Just then, the massive wave suddenly "froze" mid-air.

A flicker of surprise crossed the old flood dragon's eyes: "Hm?"

Then it watched as the river water suddenly grew gentle, transforming into a long bridge that flowed toward the distant village.

This bizarre scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Even the great halberd changed direction, somewhat dully pointing toward the village.

Within a few breaths, a young man clad in gleaming black armor walked out from the village and stepped onto the water bridge.

Shen Yi gazed into the distance at the flood dragon in the sky, and the river waves beneath his feet surged thunderously upward!

They carried him sweeping across the long sky, soaring straight up, and he casually took the mixed-iron great halberd along the way.

"..."

Chen Qiankun opened his eyes and instinctively clenched his palm: "This boy! What does he mean!"

He was a Embracing Elixir Realm cultivator nurturing a divine embryo, yet he hadn't even had the chance to struggle before his weapon was taken.

"General..."

Liu Yuquan slowly turned his head back. Compared to the weapon, wasn't there something even more outrageous?

They were all martial artists. Even though General Shen's realm was far higher, this... treading river waves through the air, as if a deity had descended into the world—which martial arts manual ever taught such a thing?

A hundred zhang high in the sky.

Surrounded by river waves, Shen Yi gripped the mixed-iron great halberd, his crimson cape billowing in the air, transforming into red clouds that bathed everyone's vision.

He lowered his gaze to look at the flood dragon below.

A sudden displeasure welled up in his heart.

Standing above the Yangchun River, it felt as though he were in an incomparably familiar, intimate territory.

And at this moment, a beast had barged into his territory.

"Heh, now I see why this old man was so arrogant—he called for reinforcements..."

The old flood dragon stared warily at the black-armored youth before it—another Zhen Mo Si general, but the face was unfamiliar... wait, it suddenly sensed an oddly familiar aura from the other party.

Before it could figure out where that aura came from, a piercing metallic glint suddenly flashed in its slit pupils!

The mixed-iron great halberd shot forth!

Within it surged the physical power of an immortal-demon's seventh metamorphosis, and all of it slammed into the ferocious dragon's head.

The massive beast reeled backward, toppling toward the riverbank.

Watching the black shadow about to engulf them, the Zhen Mo Si officers all exerted every ounce of strength to flee to the side!

But in the end, the old flood dragon did not crash down.

The young man casually clenched his fist.

Several broad streams of water shot up from the river surface, coiling around its body like giant pythons.

The old flood dragon's iron-hard brow bone had just been pierced through by the great halberd; blood stained those terrifying eyes of its. In that single exchange, it had already noticed far too many things amiss!

It was not the only one to notice something was wrong.

Chen Qiankun and Liu Yuquan, stripped of their weapons, stood on the riverbank, identical looks of shock and suspicion rising on their faces.

Is this the Town-Demon General fighting a Core-Holding Demon Lord?

Why is it that not a single move of Shen Yi's martial arts can they recognize?

"Aaargh!"

The old flood dragon roared again, blasting the water currents off its body, turning them into a skyful of water arrows that rained down toward the youth!

At the same time, the body hidden beneath the water also suddenly hurled itself up into the sky!

The water arrows, capable of shattering Shanfeng, the instant they neared Shen Yi all shattered and scattered down. He fixed his gaze on the flood dragon's enormously broad, scale-covered tail, and the moment it was about to come crashing down—

He stretched out a palm and pressed toward it.

Boom!

A green light rose along his slender five fingers; they pressed onto the scaled body, fingertips sinking in, and under the boost of tremendous force, bit inch by inch into its flesh and blood.

Before the flood dragon's tail, his figure looked incomparably tiny.

By all rights he should have been smashed to the ground, yet instead a deadlock formed in midair.

A flood dragon whose bulk blotted out the sky, and an ordinary-sized youth, locked in a contest of strength!

No profound martial arts, no dazzling combat.

Shen Yi simply, brutally, steadily pressed the old flood demon back down!

Chapter three will be a bit late. Recently came down with eczema—my hands and feet are terribly itchy, the itch in my fingertips is over the top, even pressing the keyboard hurts, and the Chinese medicine is especially bitter to drink. It really affects my typing speed, please bear with me, big shots.

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