"She is our mother, and who are you?"
Yang Chan didn't think much of it and explained directly.
Yang Jiao grabbed his younger sister and said in a deep voice, "Third sister, wait a moment."
He turned to the Three-Headed Flood Dragon, his eyes still wary, "You know my mother?"
"Know her? More than just know her!" The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's smile was ferocious, his eyes filled with boundless hatred. "If it weren't for her, how could I, a dignified Three-Headed Flood Dragon, have fallen to this state!"
"I never imagined that the goddess who rules the Desire Heavenly Court would fall in love with a mortal, marry a human, and even have a child. Haha, how laughable!"
A few months ago, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon was about to go into seclusion to refine the Dragon Pearl stolen from the Heavenly Court when it was accidentally stolen by that Little Black!
"Anyone who dares to steal from me deserves to die."
The man holding the dog was barely breathing, yet he still held the black dog tightly in his arms, weakly saying, "He didn't mean it... it just... instinctively felt that the bead would be beneficial to it..."
"Instinct?" The Three-Headed Flood Dragon sneered. "Having swallowed my Dragon Pearl, the only way out is to cut open its belly and retrieve it! You're trying your best to protect it, but how long do you think you can protect it?"
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon abruptly changed the subject, its gaze returning to Yang Jian and the other two, a cruel glint in its eyes. "I never imagined that chasing this beast would lead me to encounter Yao Ji's bastard child!"
"Truly, the Reincarnation of Heavenly Dao is real, and retribution is inevitable! Today, I will first take the three of you to atone for my thousand-year-old grudge!"
Before he finished speaking, he sprang up, his right hand transforming into a claw, his five fingernails growing three feet long, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, and aimed straight at Yang Jian's face!
"Second brother, watch out!!" Yang Jiao shouted, and he and Yang Chan attacked at the same time.
Yang Jiao and Yang Chan sensed something was wrong and immediately took action.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon merely grinned maliciously, casually waving its left claw and sending Yang Jiao flying back ten feet.
Without changing the direction of his right claw, he squeezed his five fingers together and actually crushed Yang Chan's sword energy!
Primordial Unity Golden Immortal is, in the end, just Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
Even though he was still seriously injured, the suppression of his cultivation level remained.
At the critical moment, Yang Jian moved, and the vertical line between his brows suddenly lit up!
The Heavenly Eye—Open!
A beam of golden light, condensed to its fullest extent, shot out from between the eyebrows, striking the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's claws precisely at the center.
"Damn it!" The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's expression changed.
"Big brother, attack his left ribcage, three inches below! Third sister, stab his right shoulder blade!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jiao and Yang Chan immediately changed their tactics.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon had no choice but to retreat and use its claws to meet the attacks of the two.
In that moment of distraction, Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye suddenly blazed with golden light, forcing him back three steps!
"I never expected you could use the power of the Heavenly Eye?"
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon was both shocked and enraged.
I never expected someone so young to already possess such extraordinary abilities.
"Very well! Yao Ji has indeed given birth to some fine offspring!" The Three-Headed Flood Dragon laughed angrily. "Then I will not stand on ceremony!"
His figure swayed, Black Qi surged around him, and his whole body began to swell and deform.
Amidst the sound of tearing clothing, a colossal creature appeared on the scorched earth.
It was a jet-black dragon thirty feet long, with three heads on its neck, six scarlet eyes, and its body covered with dark blue scales the size of a bowl.
Three gaping maws opened simultaneously, spewing out three kinds of breath: icy cold, poisonous mist, and black wind, instantly enveloping an area of hundreds of feet in radius!
"He's revealed his true form!" Yang Chan exclaimed, and the three of them retreated rapidly.
Yang Jian and the other two erected a protective shield of qi, but were still shaken and their blood and qi churned.
The strength of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal is ultimately beyond what Martial Soul Realm can withstand.
"Second brother, this can't go on!" Blood trickled from Yang Jiao's lips, and cracks had appeared in his protective shield.
Yang Jian's body shone with golden light, his third eye opened fully, and he gathered all his true essence into his third eye.
"Big brother, third sister, help me!" Yang Jian roared, and actually removed his protective shield, soaring into the sky.
Although Yang Jiao and Yang Chan did not know what he was going to do, they followed without hesitation.
The middle head of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon laughed wildly, "An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating your own strength!"
The three heads turned simultaneously, their breaths converging into a three-colored beam of light that blasted straight at Yang Jian!
At this critical moment, a beam of golden light shot out from Yang Jian's third eye!
"Awooo--!!!"
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon let out an extremely shrill scream, its three heads rising simultaneously and spitting out a sky full of black blood.
The enormous dragon's body crashed to the ground, shaking the earth.
The three heads were contorted in agony, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Yang Jian landed, staggering, clearly no longer capable of fighting.
"No... I am not reconciled... I am not reconciled..." His three heads drooped, his voice hoarse.
Yang Chan stepped forward, sword in hand, her pretty face frosty. "You wicked dragon, you have insulted my mother! Today I will take your life!"
Yang Jiao nodded in agreement. "This scoundrel must not be allowed to live."
"Wait!" the Three-Headed Flood Dragon suddenly shouted, its three heads falling to the ground simultaneously. "Spare me! Spare my life! I... I have a use!"
The three of them paused, stopping what they were doing.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon cried out urgently, "I possess an innate divine Supernatural Power that allows me to transform into a divine weapon! If you spare my life, I am willing to transform into a weapon and be at your command!"
He looked at Yang Jian, "If you are willing, I am willing to transform into a weapon and fight alongside you. And the weapon I transform into will become stronger as my physical strength increases!"
Transformed into weapons?
Yang Jian and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Why should we believe you?" Yang Jiao said coldly.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon gritted its teeth, and its massive body began to shrink and deform. Amidst the surging black light, it gradually transformed into a strangely shaped weapon.
It was a three- Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd over nine feet long, its blade as white as jade, its three points and two edges gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, and its handle covered with fine dragon scale patterns.
The moment Yang Jian grasped the hilt of the sword, his mind trembled violently.
In his mind, a control incantation naturally appeared; it was the incantation for controlling the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.
From this day forward, the sword is his companion; the sword's destruction means the death of the dragon.
"What a fine blade..." Yang Jian exclaimed unconsciously.
The knife seemed tailor-made for him, fitting him perfectly.
At that moment, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's will faintly emanated from the blade. "Master... from this day forward... I, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon... will be your weapon..."
"Second brother, this knife..." Yang Chan hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Yang Jian nodded. "Don't worry, if he rebels, I can instantly activate a spell to annihilate his soul."
Yang Jiao was relieved and smiled, "Congratulations, Second Brother, on acquiring this divine weapon. However, the design of this Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd is quite peculiar."
As the three were talking, a weak sob came from the side.
Turning around, the old man who had been holding the dog was now collapsed on the ground, his face ashen, his life hanging by a thread.
The Little Black anxiously circled around him, licking his cheeks incessantly.
Seeing Yang Jian looking over, the old man forced a smile, "Three... young friends... this old man... the patriarch of the Heavenly Dog Tribe... Xiao Yue... I'm afraid... he won't make it..."
Yang Jian stepped forward to investigate, his heart sinking.
The old man's meridians were completely shattered and his primordial spirit had dissipated; there was truly no way to save him.
"This spirit dog... is named Little Black... I found it when I was traveling through the Primordial Wilderness..." the old man said haltingly, "Although it is young... it has the bloodline of a celestial dog... after swallowing the Dragon Pearl... its bloodline is awakening... in the future... it will surely become a great being..."
His hands trembled as he gently stroked the Little Black's head. " Little Black... Daddy can't... stay with you any longer..." He looked at Yang Jian, his eyes full of pleading, "Young friend... you are powerful... and kind-hearted... could you... take Little Black... as your... spirit beast?"
The Little Black seemed to sense something, its whimpers grew more urgent, and tears welled up in its eyes.
Yang Jian looked at the man and the dog, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded. "Okay, I promise you."
A final glimmer of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, "Thank you... young friend..."
He glanced at the Little Black one last time, then his body began to transform into specks of moon-white light, dissipating in the wind. "Child... live well..."
"Woof! Woof woof!" The Little Black lunged at the disappearing light, but couldn't grab anything, and could only whine helplessly.
Yang Jian crouched down and gently picked up the Little Black.
The puppy was no bigger than the palm of his hand, completely black, with big, round eyes that were now gazing at him with tears in their eyes, full of dependence and sorrow.
"From this day forward, I will be your master." Yang Jian gently stroked the dog's head, sensing a tremendous power slowly awakening within it. "I'll give you a name... how about ' Howling Celestial Dog '?"
"Woof... Woof!" The Little Black, now called Howling Celestial Dog, seemed to understand and rubbed its little head against Yang Jian's hand.
Yang Chan also came over and said with a smile, "What an adorable Howling Celestial Dog! Second Brother, it will definitely be your good helper in the future."
Yang Jiao felt a warmth in his heart as he watched this scene.
With the divine weapon and the spirit dog, the second brother's strength will surely reach a new level.
"Haha, Howling Celestial Dog, let's go."