"You are right. With your talent, if you were given another ten years, it would be impossible to say who would win today's battle. Unfortunately, you have no such chance!"
The Flood Dragon Ancestor snarled, extending a dragon claw to strike Xiao Chen and obliterate both his body and soul.
The Flood Dragon Ancestor's physical body had perished long ago. Only a remnant soul remained. Having appeared for so long, its soul power was dissipating every moment. In a little while, it would completely scatter into nothingness.
Before that, it still wanted to slaughter every living being here.
It did not wish to waste any more time.
Of course, there was an even more important reason why it wanted to kill Xiao Chen so quickly.
Xiao Chen's words just now had wounded the Flood Dragon Ancestor's proud heart.
The dragon race had been mighty from birth, treading upon the human race throughout endless ages.
Yet today, it had been forced to bully the young with the old, crossing generations to launch a sneak attack on a human junior. It had utterly disgraced the dragons.
As long as Xiao Chen lived, he was heaven's mockery of it.
"I did everything I could. Unfortunately, fate did not favor me!"
After waiting several breaths without the Martial God's remnant soul appearing, Xiao Chen's eyes dimmed, and the thought of death arose in his heart.
Looking over the entire battle, he had pushed every maneuver to its limit, nearly flawlessly.
Whether it was defeating them one by one, striking first to kill the Devouring Heaven Demon Ape King, later driving a wedge between the Black Feather Tiger Lord and the Crimson Flood Dragon King, or finally activating the True Demon and fighting the Flood Dragon Ancestor in a bitter battle, he had taken everything