The demons started in shock and whipped around.
Amid the dust filling the sky, a divine sword hung in the air, its brilliant radiance illuminating every direction.
A figure slowly rose, his white robes coated in dust, blood trickling from his lips and his black hair disheveled. Yet earth-shaking sharpness surged around him, and his starry eyes shone dazzlingly, as though fashioned from divine stone, glimmering with an eerie light.
"Xiao Chen! He's not dead!"
"What a terrifying physique! He took that world-shaking strike from the Flood Dragon Ancestor and still survived!"
"The King of Misfortune truly is invincible!"
Above the sea of clouds, amid drifting mist and rosy light, the Myriad Dynasty Prodigies stood stunned.
The Flood Dragon Ancestor's attack had dominated heaven and earth, nearly possessing the power to annihilate the world. Every demon and human had thought Xiao Chen dead, believing his body had remained intact only because the Flood Dragon Ancestor had deliberately preserved it as a blood tonic for the Crimson Flood Dragon King.
Who could have imagined that, at the crucial moment, Xiao Chen would rise from the dead?
"Our benefactor is still alive!"
"Not just alive—he only suffered minor injuries!"
"Even that invincible strike couldn't seriously injure our benefactor!"
As Xiao Chen appeared, the dragon claw in the void stopped. Wufu hung suspended in midair, temporarily out of danger. The tortoise descendants breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly looked back. The moment they saw Xiao Chen, they were struck dumb with shock.
"He survived even that?" The Crimson Flood Dragon King was also taken aback, his expression turning grave.
The Flood Dragon Ancestor's strength was nearly invincible. Since ancient times, it had reigned supreme over its domain, a true mighty figure whose name had shaken the ancient world.
At its peak, a