Huang Zhao glanced at Bai Yujun a few more times.
This was his first time seeing the legendary white flood dragon. Instinctively, he felt a natural hostility toward her. Huang Zhao and his Demon King father had always despised other demon beasts on the grounds of their noble bloodline. They even looked down on the Demon Emperor of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, believing themselves unstained despite rising from the mud. He usually wore golden robes to display his rank and status. Now that a legendary flood dragon had suddenly appeared, both father and son were deeply displeased.
But this white flood dragon was truly quite lovely. Huang Zhao was beginning to change his mind. Such beauty should not go to waste...
He had not remembered that, as a child, he had planned to eat a certain white snake.
That had been centuries ago. Back then, Bai Yujun had only been a tiny Little Snake Demon. Snake demons were extremely common in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, so she had never known that some flood dragon had spent centuries yearning for bird meat.
When words did not agree, even half a sentence was too much. Both sides gathered their strength, ready to strike at any moment!
Bai Yujun withdrew, making room for the Purple Void Sword Cultivators to set up their formation. Although the formation formed by the eighteen Western Teachings disciples opposite them was renowned throughout the world, Chunyang was even better. The Western Teachings were not skilled in formations; their reputation merely exceeded their actual ability due to years of promotion.
Chunyang Palace cultivators had to understand the Eight Trigrams and numerology, know astronomy above and geography below, and excel at calculation and deduction. Formations required vast amounts of mathematical knowledge. It was not a matter of standing wherever one