The River God Runs Amok, Flooding Six Towns

East River Town had now become a vast watery wasteland!

The river surged and overturned the town. The settlement of over ten thousand people had been entirely swallowed by the floodwaters.

The water in the town was more than ten feet deep. Countless people struggled in the water, only to be helplessly devoured by the waves.

The lucky ones clung to withered trees or door panels torn from collapsed houses by the flood, bobbing up and down with the rolling waters.

Those dozens of Qi Refinement Rogue Cultivators had long since vanished. No one knew whether they had been swallowed by the flood or fled elsewhere.

Watching the River God come ashore, Zhang Qing was still deathly pale, but the fear had vanished from her eyes. Looking at her best friend, who was clenching her fists tightly, she said in a low voice, "Retreat. Fight as we retreat—head toward Qingping Mountain. Arrangements have been made there."

Xu Xiao gritted her teeth and nodded, urging her brocade handkerchief onward as she carried Zhang Qing toward Qingping Mountain.

The River God naturally noticed Xu Xiao and Zhang Qing. Across the boundless flooded land, the two women standing atop a brocade handkerchief were simply far too conspicuous.

"Disciples of the Moon-Embracing Sect?"

The River God bared his fangs in a grin and raised his trident. Endless water vapor rose into the air, transforming into a dense rain of water needles that pounced on Xu Xiao and Zhang Qing with the wind.

The water needles showered down like a torrential rain, so densely packed that one look was enough to fill the heart with despair.

Without hesitation, Xu Xiao took out a talisman and activated it. In an instant, a glazed barrier enveloped and protected her and Zhang Qing.

The dense water needles struck the glazed barrier. A series of clinks and clangs rang out as ripples spread across it, but the barrier did not shatter and continued to protect the two women firmly.

The River God was not surprised. As an inner disciple of a Golden Core Realm sect in Qing Province—and a personal disciple of a Purple Mansion Realm elder—it was only natural for her to possess a few trump cards.

When his attack failed, he did not care. His main purpose in coming here was to establish his might. Besides, if he truly killed Xu Xiao and drew the attention of that Purple Mansion Realm elder, it would be more trouble than it was worth. The River God did not want to expose himself yet. He still needed to lie low; establishing his might for now was enough.

And how would he establish his might? Naturally, by using the lives of tens of thousands of mortals from the six towns around Qingshan Town!

Flood half of Qingshan County, and its people would surely be filled with awe and fear. The other twelve counties of Dongjun would not dare entertain any thoughts they should not have.

With that thought, the River God ignored Xu Xiao and Zhang Qing, instead controlling the floodwaters as they surged toward the other towns along the riverbank.

The people of the towns along the Taiping River in Qingshan County watched helplessly as the river began to rage. Experienced elders knew a flood was coming, but before they could flee, river water several dozen feet high came roaring toward them. The next moment, the towns were submerged.

At this moment, the entire stretch of the Taiping River running through Qingshan County had become a watery wasteland. The surging river continued spreading toward the heart of Qingshan Town, and countless people fled farther away, crying and screaming.

As the first group to receive the news returned to the county seat, the gentry and wealthy merchants within Qingshan County City also learned that Lord River God had flown into a rage and brought floodwaters to drown several towns.

They were frightened out of their wits and hurriedly ordered the city gates shut tight and every passage blocked off, lest the county seat be flooded as well.

Meanwhile, the people of the towns in the heartland of Qingshan County dragged their families toward Qingping Mountain.

The county seat would be no use once the flood came. Only the mountains offered safety.

The River God controlled the floodwaters as they swallowed villages and towns one after another. Watching these mortals kneel and beg for mercy, scattering in every direction as they fled, filled his heart with boundless delight.

He had not drowned everyone. He needed these mortals to provide him with faith. Drowning some of them was enough to cow these ignorant rabble, cheap as grass.

He had even deliberately driven the river water behind these mortals, watching them run mindlessly toward Qingping Mountain.

"Run, run. In the end, you'll still drown." The River God grinned savagely and raised his trident. Vast swathes of water vapor churned and transformed into a torrential downpour.

In the depths of winter, heavy rain began to fall. The rain was icy cold, constantly draining people's strength and warmth. Even Xu Xiao had to raise a barrier of spiritual power to ward off the damp, freezing rain.

Watching those mortals who could no longer run kneel in the mud and continuously kowtow, begging for his forgiveness, the River God felt the power of incense and faith within him grow a little stronger.

In the unseen currents of fate, the River God came to an understanding: this was how mortals should be kept in constant reverence and fear.

Suddenly, a scorching wave of spiritual power whistled toward him from behind and to one side, interrupting his thoughts.

Turning his head, he saw a burly man with disheveled hair, bare feet, and an open robe, wielding a heavy sword wreathed in boundless fire as he slashed viciously at him!

The man was none other than Wenren Jie.

"I knew you'd set an ambush!"

The River God casually raised his trident to block. Water vapor erupted as the trident, infused with water-attributed spiritual energy, collided with Wenren Jie's blazing heavy sword.

In an instant, metal rang against metal. The powers of Water Fire corroded and annihilated each other. Water vapor billowed and flames burned as vast amounts of rainwater evaporated, creating a patch of empty air.

At that moment, a green bamboo cane stabbed in from the other side at an extremely tricky angle, shooting forward like an arrow.

The attacker was Qiao Xuan.

Facing Qiao Xuan, who possessed the strength of the late Foundation Establishment stage, the River God became far more wary.

Qiao Xuan's green bamboo cane was like a jade arrow, tricky and vicious, piercing through layers of air with a piercing hum.

The green spiritual power blazing around it spiraled and trembled as though nothing could withstand it.

The next moment, the River God clenched his left hand in the air, forming layer upon layer of watery barriers before himself. Qiao Xuan's expression did not change as he urged the green bamboo cane straight through every layer.

A trace of surprise appeared in the River God's golden vertical pupils at this move.

He had no choice but to coat his left hand with water-attributed spiritual energy, then forcibly seize the green bamboo cane in his hand, stopping its tip—laden with terrifying spiritual power—beside his waist.

Before the River God could breathe a sigh of relief, Young Master Kongxu and Xu Xiao moved as well.

One before and one behind, Young Master Kongxu's Jade Water Sword and Xu Xiao's Empty Moon Sword unleashed two blasts of sword qi in a pincer attack, aimed directly at the River God's exposed chest and defenseless back.

This had clearly been arranged in advance!

"Hmph!"

The River God forcibly took both blasts of sword qi with his body, then erupted with power. Waves surged and burst around him, forcing Wenren Jie and Qiao Xuan to retreat.

After forcing the two back, the River God lowered his head and looked at the deep sword wound across his chest. There was not the slightest hint of surprise or fear on that blue-faced, fanged visage.

He raised his head to look at the four of them and grinned savagely. "You four Foundation Establishment cultivators dare come here to seek death?"

His left hand stroked the wound on his chest as he stared at them, his eyes brimming with cruelty. "That really hurt. Little girl, did you know? I had originally intended to spare you. Yet you came looking for death yourself."

"Now, the Moon-Embracing Sect will have one fewer inner disciple."

As Xu Xiao, Wenren Jie, and Qiao Xuan watched in astonishment, the sword wound in the River God's chest began to heal. In the blink of an eye, it had returned to normal.

"Did you really think a pack of Foundation Establishment cultivators like you could injure this god?"

"Die!"

The River God suddenly erupted, riding the waves as he lunged straight at Xu Xiao. He raised his trident high in his right arm and smashed it down with the force of thousands upon thousands of pounds of water.

Wenren Jie's eyes widened. He stepped directly in front of Xu Xiao, all the spiritual power in his body erupting as he swung his heavy sword to meet that trident radiating terrifying spiritual fluctuations.

With a thunderous boom, the trident collided with Wenren Jie's heavy sword. Wenren Jie felt as though he was not blocking a trident, but a small mountain!

His arms began to tremble. His heavy sword gave a cracking groan under the unbearable strain, and Wenren Jie felt the bones in his arms moan in agony.

The next moment, Wenren Jie was smashed into the muddy ground, while his heavy sword was completely destroyed.

Both of Wenren Jie's arms trembled without end. Cracked wounds covered those thick, muscular limbs, and blood seeped out continuously.

The River God gave Wenren Jie no chance to catch his breath. He raised the trident and brought it down like a falling meteor, carrying endless water vapor with it. He was clearly going to kill Wenren Jie on the spot first.

"Not good!"

Qiao Xuan and Xu Xiao attacked together. A stream of green spiritual power swept Wenren Jie to the rear, while Xu Xiao met the River God with her sword, swinging the Empty Moon Sword to unleash streak after streak of icy sword light.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

The trident crashed down like a mountain, sending waves dozens of feet high surging into the air.

River water weighing thousands upon thousands of pounds swept in every direction with irresistible force, swallowing everything around it in an instant.

As the raging waves surged toward her, Xu Xiao dodged in time and did not suffer any injury.

Pulling back rapidly to the side of the other three, Xu Xiao gripped the Empty Moon Sword tightly and watched the River God's movements with vigilance.

She appeared unscathed, but the rapid heaving of her chest showed that the exchange had plainly drained a great deal of her strength.

To confront a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator head-on while at Foundation Establishment was already an unimaginably difficult task.

How could there be so many prodigies in the world capable of fighting above their realm?

The power of the Purple Mansion Realm was simply not something an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could resist.

Let alone the four of them—even if ten more came, they would still be unable to withstand a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator's full-strength attack.

They had only exchanged blows for a short while. The River God still appeared to be at full strength, while one of them was already injured. If they continued, they would likely all be buried here.

Wenren Jie endured his injuries and swallowed a medicinal pill. "Why haven't Wang Tianfang and the others come yet?!"

Young Master Kongxu stood beside Wenren Jie and sneered. "They took the goods and ran. You still expect them to come here and throw away their lives?"

"You bunch of bastards, I—" Before Wenren Jie could finish, a searing pain erupted in his abdomen.

Looking down at the magic sword piercing through his dantian, Wenren Jie stared at Young Master Kongxu in stunned disbelief.

Young Master Kongxu still wore a gentle smile, but that smile looked false no matter how one saw it. "My apologies, Fellow Daoist Wen. I have no intention of throwing my life away for nothing."

"You traitor!" Wenren Jie's face was full of fury, but he could not summon even a shred of spiritual power. With his dantian ruined, he could not even self-destruct.

"Yes, but so what? In the end, I am the one who won!" As Young Master Kongxu spoke, his left hand, covered in a layer of dark blue spiritual light, pressed directly onto Wenren Jie's head.

Dark blue, freezing spiritual energy exploded. Wenren Jie's head shattered like fruit in the bitter frost, still trailing wisps of chill.

"Traitor!"

"You're courting death!"

Xu Xiao and Qiao Xuan attacked Young Master Kongxu together in furious shock, but the River God's wave slash blocked them. Young Master Kongxu, meanwhile, calmly retreated to the River God's side.

In the blink of an eye, one of the four was dead and one had turned traitor. Only Xu Xiao and Qiao Xuan remained.

The River God grinned savagely, his eyes full of brutality. "Now, what help do you still have?"

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