"Get lost!"
The young man saw the appearances of those Demon Lords before him and grew even more enraged, letting out a furious roar.
Upon hearing this, the Demon Lords all heaved a sigh of relief and fled at top speed like rabbits.
The strange young man with the black-scaled tail watched this scene, his eyes darkening.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings."
"With this pack of trash alone, I fear it will still be difficult to defend the territory of my Boundless Great Swamp."
As soon as he spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, and the roar of a flood dragon emerged from within.
"Roar!"
The sound spread across the vast lake.
The Demon Lords who had not yet gone far felt a chill run down their backs upon hearing it. They hurriedly sped up, terrified that that being would come looking for trouble with them.
Not long afterward.
From the waters surrounding the island deep within the lake, three enormous heads slowly emerged.
Each had a sharp horn growing from its forehead, and each was covered in fish-scale-like scales. On closer inspection, they were all flood dragon heads.
Moreover, each of them bore an overwhelming Nascent Soul aura.
Among them, the Blue Scale Flood Dragon with the strongest aura asked the strange young man on the island, whose back bore a tail.
"Old Ancestor, why have you summoned us?"
Seeing the three flood dragons appear, the anger on the strange young man's face lessened somewhat, replaced by a touch of warmth.
"In five years, during the Demon Beast Uprising, go cause some trouble for those Righteous Path Cultivators outside. Spend these next five years preparing yourselves properly."
The Blue Scale Flood Dragon said delightedly, "Alright, Old Ancestor! You have finally shown mercy and allowed us to go out."
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