Seeing Lin Xuan's gaze flicker, the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's face revealed a mocking smile. A mere early-stage Lihe cultivator wanted to escape from right in front of him?
He did not know life from death. He was simply too naive.
The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King threw back his head and let out a long howl. Ten thousand rays of golden light suddenly burst from his body, tearing his clothes apart, and a layer of golden scales surfaced over his skin.
The transformation did not stop there. Black, razor-sharp nails grew from his ten fingers, clearly filled with deadly poison at a glance. Who knew exactly what kind of flood dragon this old monster belonged to?
Rolling Demon Qi surged from his body. Looking at this half-man, half-flood-dragon creature, even Lin Xuan felt his scalp go numb. A late-stage Lihe existence seemed far more terrifying than he had imagined.
With matters having developed to this point, there was no use saying more. Rather than waste words, it was far more worthwhile to strike first and seize the advantage.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lin Xuan naturally would not wait for the other party to finish transforming.
With a flick of his sleeve, a Broken Sword about a foot long shot out. Lin Xuan reached out and grasped it, and half of his arm was likewise wrapped in scales.
Then Lin Xuan struck without the slightest hesitation, swinging it down.
After all, facing an old monster of this level, if he wanted to escape, ordinary divine abilities certainly would not do. Only a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure was the best choice.
A clear ringing entered the ear, and then a dazzling streak of Sword Qi appeared, over ten zhang long, hacking and thrusting viciously toward his opponent.
Although