Above the Camb River, the current rushed violently, waves splashing high as water battered the banks with deafening roars. The rolling billows were majestic, the torrent like a colossal dragon surging downstream, inspiring awe in all who saw it.
At the bottom of the Camb River, in a place ordinary people could not perceive, three figures walked through the swift and savage waters as though they were on level ground.
Rumble! Rumble!
A massive white creature stretching over a hundred zhang thrashed continuously along the riverbed, stirring up countless watery vortices and waterfalls, displaying all its wildness and ferocity.
On closer inspection, its body was as white and lustrous as jade. Two sharp horns protruded from its head, while faintly glowing white scales covered its entire body like dragon scales. Its pair of vertical pupils were soul-stirring and terrifying.
It looked no different from a Flood Dragon!
There had long been no fish within several hundred meters of this stretch of the Camb River. Even the fish farther away seemed to have sensed something terrifying and desperately swam away, trying to flee.
"So this is the Flood Dragon raised by the Imperial Clan at Cloud Mist Temple? It does have some presence."
Chu Xuanao wore only a plain white robe today. Well, he knew exactly what he was about to do. He regarded the Flood Dragon before him with curiosity, examining this prized product of the Imperial Clan.
The Imperial Clan had truly arranged everything for him, from the Flood Dragon's foundation to the Camb River Dragon Spirit—nothing was missing.
Standing on the riverbed, Chu Xuanao seemed utterly unaffected by the surrounding waters and felt no pressure at all. With every step he took, a cloud of black mist appeared beneath his feet, allowing him to walk as though on