High above, crimson clouds shone brilliantly, searing and fierce, like a divine sun burning. Scarlet demon radiance surged like a raging Wang Yang, whipping up heaven-shaking furious waves layer upon layer, washing through the Ninth Heaven.
An ancient flood dragon soul stretched across the void, like a divine mountain pressing down overhead as it gazed upon heaven and earth.
Its voice was not loud, yet it was like that of an ancient sovereign, carrying boundless majesty. Terrifying demon radiance surged forth; with only a soft utterance, it made all living beings tremble in fear, their legs quaking as they could not help but wish to kneel, worship, and pay homage.
This was the might of the Elder Flood Dragon King. Even though it had fallen countless years ago and only a wisp of remnant soul remained, it was still peerlessly invincible, majestic and inviolable.
"Flood Dragon Ancestor." The Crimson Flood Dragon King was agitated. Seeing the ancient flood dragon soul lower its head to look at it, its voice trembled with a trace of nostalgia.
Back then, it had merely been a young flood dragon. Its parents had died in battle for the Lineage, leaving it alone and helpless, subjected to every kind of bullying. It was the Flood Dragon Ancestor who had discovered its talent, taken it in, carefully nurtured it, and helped it become a Mountain Lord of its generation.
Though demons and devils were said to be heartless, it still held a trace of reverence and affection for the Flood Dragon Ancestor in its heart.
"Chi'er, you have been far too disappointing. After cultivating for a thousand years, you still could not even kill a human brat!"
The Flood Dragon Ancestor spoke softly. Though it was reprimanding the Crimson Flood Dragon King, there was a hint of