Chapter 189: Giving the Demon-Suppressing Generals a Holiday

Relying on this old flood dragon, Shen Yi roughly understood what level of strength he currently possessed.

It was probably slightly superior even to the top-tier demons and monsters of the Embracing Elixir Realm.

Fine, it's time to begin.

He wiped the blood from his hands and turned his gaze back down below.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The old flood dragon's full-force tail whip was forcibly suppressed by a martial artist; shock filled its heart beyond words. It had never underestimated the Demon-Suppressing Generals of Outside Qingzhou; even with its realm breakthrough, Jiang Qiulan and You Longtao still remained on the shore.

Not to mention the Wu Xian of the Outside Qingzhou Grand Marshal.

Therefore, it merely intended to kill Chen Qiankun to repay the treasure pill sent by the Demon King, then return to dwell in the Yangchun River once the matter was concluded.

Yet neither the Profound Ice Seven Fiends Sword Intent nor the powerful Yin Spirit could compare to the scene before its eyes, which left it utterly incomprehensible.

This youth could not only contend with it for control of the Yangchun River but also possessed peerless physical strength; furthermore, a bloodline aura similar to its own was radiating from the other's body.

It was simply bizarre to the extreme.

The old flood dragon looked down at Chen Qiankun on the riverbank, then silently stared at the black-armored figure in the sky.

To survive for so many years right under the eyes of the Outside Qingzhou Grand Marshal.

Even with countless brothers perishing, it had never acted impulsively once.

It relied entirely on that patience within its heart.

The Demon King is nothing; if it has the ability, let it come into the Yangchun River to retrieve its treasure pill.

Thinking this, the massive flood dragon body slowly submerged into the water.

Suddenly, its vertical pupils constricted tightly once more.

That black-armored figure treading the river waves simply vanished from sight out of thin air.

The next moment, excruciating pain erupted on the old flood dragon's forehead.

Shen Yi casually pulled out the Mixed-Iron Halberd; amidst the spraying blood waves, his figure descended, delivering a vicious whip-kick to the flood dragon's jaw. Under that surging force, the flood dragon's head, massive as a small mountain, was thrown violently backward.

He gripped the halberd with both hands and drove the crescent blade deep into the other's neck.

Rrrrip!

With the aid of the green light, the Mixed-Iron Halberd sliced down like a force breaking through bamboo, carving from the flood dragon's neck all the way to its belly!

Thick blood flowed wildly, staining the surface of the Yangchun River red.

He immediately released his grip and kicked the tail end of the halberd; this weapon with its domineering design shot forth like an arrow leaving the string, thunderously piercing through the flood dragon's body.

Where had the old flood dragon ever suffered such a great loss? Stimulated by the tearing agony, its eyes swelled with ferocity, and it opened its huge mouth to bite at its belly; yet the youth's figure vanished once more.

When it reappeared, Shen Yi was already behind it; he reached out to catch the Mixed-Iron Halberd and suddenly smashed it down onto its back!

"Aaaargh!!"

Under that terrifying force, the old flood dragon's massive body crashed uncontrollably onto the river surface, raising a terrifying giant wave.

Its body convulsed; it could only summon the surging river once more to smash toward the youth.

Having learned from previous experience, the old flood dragon did not expect to inflict any harm upon this Demon-Suppressing General; it merely intended to use the river's cover to slip back into the water depths.

However, the surging waves that attacked instead coiled around, steadying Shen Yi in mid-air like a water dragon.

He stood quietly holding the halberd, gazing calmly down at the river surface.

In an instant, a chilling gale swept across the Yangchun River, followed immediately by fine rain like ox hair falling.

The old flood dragon suddenly felt a chill rise over its body; it seemed even its Demon Core was freezing. As the rain poured down upon its body, its black scales melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Profound fear surged within its heart.

This fear came not only from the pain on its body but also from this incredibly familiar scene.

It was truly so familiar; every technique the other used, it had witnessed with its own eyes: the green light of Kong Que Valley, the water control of the flood dragon clan, and the dark wind and fiendish rain of the Green-Faced Lion!

These were all famous supernatural arts among demons and monsters, yet now they were gathered upon a single human martial artist.

"You demon!"

The old flood dragon let out a mournful roar; before this sky-covering fiendish rain, it dared not maintain its massive original form and could only reveal its human body, turning to flee.

This sharp scream echoed across the riverbank.

Countless Zhen Mo Si officers stood frozen in place, staring at that black-armored figure in the sky.

Summoning wind and calling rain, gathering water into a dragon.

He arrived treading the river waves; standing quietly there, he left the water creatures in the river with not a shred of will to resist.

In a distant village.

The widow, accompanied by the madman, widened her eyes, staring at the terrifying commotion on the river surface: "The River God..."

She had merely used a ruler to measure casually back then; how... how did she measure out a true River God?

No wonder he wanted the villagers to devour the flesh and blood of the river demon.

It turned out that was the punishment for offending his majesty with a fake.

Before the eyes of all, the black-armored youth threw the halberd in his hand back to the riverbank, where it stood firmly planted beside Chen Qiankun.

Shen Yi swept past like a clear breeze; at the very moment the old flood dragon, having transformed into human form, was about to enter the water, he swung his long blade, drawing a stroke of thick ink, and severed that ferocious flood dragon head!

Take the flood dragon core, take the refined blood.

【Blackback Blackback Jiaolong of Embracing Elixir Realm slain, total lifespan 9,200 years, remaining lifespan 2,600 years, absorption complete】

By the time all this was done, the flood dragon had not even had time to reveal its original form before Shen Yi casually smashed it toward the riverbank.

Until this very moment, everyone remained immersed in a daze.

"Thanks to you, Old General."

Shen Yi walked back to the two of them, threw the flood dragon skull beside them, and watched it shrink back to the size of a small mountain.

I must say, Old Master Chen performed quite well; this old flood dragon indeed did not go elsewhere, saving me a great deal of time.

This plump dragon elixir contains cultivation power no weaker than the combined strength of the two Green Lion brothers.

"Huh?"

Chen Qiankun and Liu Yuquan stared at each other.

He truly didn't understand—just as the fight started, his weapon was taken from him; where exactly was he "troubled"?

"Old man has a question, though I'm not sure if I should ask."

Chen Qiankun furrowed his brows, hesitating: "Are you truly the River God?"

"…"

Shen Yi gazed silently, his expression strange.

Chen Qiankun gritted his teeth, slapped his forehead hard—he was already an Embracing Elixir Realm cultivator, yet he'd asked such a foolish question like an ordinary villager.

Mainly because the scene before him was utterly inexplicable.

Not just him couldn't understand it.

Just moments ago, the old dragon had screamed out "demon!" in utter despair.

That meant even demons couldn't comprehend it.

Liu Yuquan deeply understood the old man's feelings; in contrast, he had adjusted his mindset faster.

After all, he had already experienced a similar scene once before.

It was just swapping a fox demon for a dragon.

It was just…

Liu Yuquan suddenly wanted to slap himself.

A Nucleus-Perfect fox demon and an Embracing Elixir Perfect dragon—could those be casually swapped?!

"In short, is the dragon dead?"

Chen Qiankun lowered his hand, his eyes tinged with confusion.

In just five days.

The great affliction that had plagued him for six hundred years now lay suddenly on the shore.

Does this mean he could finally relax?

(End of Chapter)