Fairy Yutong's cold voice reached his ears.
Her words and movements were all brimming with domineering arrogance.
The Magic Flood Dragon was completely enraged.
True, back then, he had only managed to seize the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's body by taking advantage of a weakness.
But wasn't luck also part of strength?
Being able to seize an opportunity held too much difficulty in itself.
He had never felt there was anything improper about it. On the contrary, he had always been smugly proud of that achievement.
Yet now, Fairy Yutong had humiliated him, reducing the masterpiece he was so proud of to something not worth a single coin. How could he not be furious?
If this could be endured, what could not? The sound of gritted teeth reached the ears; he already hated the woman before him to the bone.
"Damn you. You'll pay the price for your words and deeds."
The eight Evil Flood Dragon heads bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and terrifying killing intent surged out in a great flood.
How could he possibly be inferior to that trash, the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King? For all these years, though he had successfully seized the body, he had never once slackened in cultivation.
The secret arts of the Demon Race, as well as the demonic techniques of his original body—without exception, he had cultivated them all to mastery. It would not be too much to say the indigo had surpassed the blue. How could he possibly be inferior to that failure, the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King?
"You're talking nonsense!"
He actually began arguing loudly.
"Whether it is nonsense or not, you know better than anyone. Otherwise, why would you be so hysterical?" Fairy in the Clouds' voice was firm to the extreme. The Evil