That filthy power clung to the flood dragon's primordial spirit like gangrene to the bone.
"Ah, the pain is killing me!"
The flood dragon immediately plunged into the sea in agony, thrashing wildly and stirring the waters into a vortex stretching tens of thousands of miles.
"Was it this powerful?"
Nan Ji stared blankly at his Soul Slaying Staff and sighed.
The last time he had used it was against Ghost Chariot of the demon race. Even after countless strikes, he had only lightly contaminated the other party's primordial spirit.
He had not expected that this time, a single blow would produce such terrifying power.
After all, it had previously only been refined by Nan Ji himself, while later it had been forged by his eldest senior uncle, Laozi. Naturally, it was different.
And now, a drop of Pangu's essence blood had been added to it, making its power far greater than before.
"Little brother!"
Seeing his agonized state, the other flood dragon cried out anxiously and reached a dragon claw toward Nan Ji.
"You're courting death!"
As the flood dragon's sharp claw approached, vast amounts of Great Yin Cold Fiendish Energy flowed from between its talons, freezing the space wherever it passed.
Seeing the tremendous power of his Soul Slaying Staff, Nan Ji's confidence soared. He gripped the staff in both hands and charged at the flood dragon.
No matter how tough the flood dragon's body was, once it came into contact with the Soul Slaying Staff forged from Pangu Jade Marrow, its sinews and bones were smashed into pulp like tofu.
Their struggle then turned into Nan Ji's one-sided slaughter.
Great quantities of dragon blood and scales scattered across the East Sea, even dyeing the surface of the water red.
"Don't damage the dragon bodies."
As he fought, Nan Ji thought of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, which would shine brilliantly during the Investiture of the Gods. He could not let himself damage them.
With that thought, Nan Ji held back somewhat.
Even so, the two flood dragons' primordial spirits suffered even more terribly than their bodies. The horrifying filthy power had long since contaminated both of their primordial spirits.
"I am Ancestor Dragon's son. My father... he will not, will not let you off..."
Accompanied by the flood dragon's unwilling cry, the tyrannical filthy power even contaminated their origins. Beginning from the deepest parts of their primordial spirits, it burned away their intelligence and memories, and the light in their eyes gradually faded.
"Roar~~~"
"Roar~~~"
With two agonized dragon cries, the bodies of the two flood dragons fell lifelessly onto the East Sea like lengths of hemp rope.
"The materials are here!"
Nan Ji had not expected this outcome. Originally, he had wanted to carry on the fine tradition of the Three Pure Ones' disciples—beat the young ones, and the old ones would come.
But he had not expected to settle everything himself.
When I get back, I need to swindle my martial uncle properly. With that thought, Nan Ji used the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda to store away the bodies of the two flood dragons that had lost their intelligence.
Zhao Gongming looked at the slender Nan Ji before him, never expecting him to be so terrifying.
The ancient flood dragons that had chased him and the Three Xiao Sisters for so long had been beaten into such a miserable state by Nan Ji. Zhao Gongming hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Nan Ji. I will never forget your life-saving grace!"
"It was nothing." Just as Nan Ji was about to modestly say a few more words, the sky suddenly changed. Countless dark clouds began gathering.
"Who? Who killed my son!"
"Ah!"
Nan Ji jumped at the sudden voice. Looking up, he saw an enormous dragon head emerge from the seawater.
Countless chains formed from Heavenly Dao inscriptions could be seen upon the faintly visible dragon body and claws.
"Holy shit, is that... Ancestor Dragon?"
As that enormous dragon eye glared fiercely at him, Nan Ji could not help but lament inwardly.
Hadn't Ancestor Dragon died in the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity?
Nan Ji was puzzled.
But immediately afterward, he realized that the Ancestor Dragon before him was not a physical manifestation.
"It was you! You killed my son!"
The dragon eye glared furiously at Nan Ji, its voice resounding throughout the entire East Sea.
Though Nan Ji was shocked, he had done nothing wrong. He replied, "So what? These two flood dragons abducted female cultivators throughout the East Sea at will. Why shouldn't they be killed?"
"Then you will pay for my son's life!"
As Ancestor Dragon spoke, a mountain-sized dragon claw stretched out from the East Sea, carrying boundless seawater as it grabbed toward Nan Ji.
Elsewhere, the Three Pure Ones had naturally discovered the battle in the East Sea long ago.
When they saw Ancestor Dragon make his move, even Tongtian, who was somewhat dissatisfied with Nan Ji, said furiously, "Good! The Dragon Clan actually dares bully little Nan Ji like this!"
As he spoke, Tongtian made to head for the East Sea.
"Wait!"
Laozi stopped Tongtian and slowly said, "Someone is even more anxious than you."
Tongtian first looked at his second brother, Yuanshi, who sat cross-legged with a calm expression.
Then he followed Laozi's gaze and saw a streak of yellow light racing toward the East Sea.
Queen Mother of the West!
Seeing the Queen Mother of the West speeding over, Tongtian finally relaxed.
"Tsk, of all people, he had to provoke her."
Thinking of the Queen Mother of the West's fiery temper, Tongtian could not help but silently mourn for Ancestor Dragon.
Meanwhile, Nan Ji was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly shielded Zhao Gongming behind him and poured even more mana into the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.
"The Three Pure Ones?"
When Ancestor Dragon saw the pagoda, his dragon claw paused. He said, "So what if they are the Three Pure Ones? Since the calamity, I, Ancestor Dragon, have eternally guarded the four seas in exchange for the Heavenly Dao's forgiveness for the Dragon Clan. How can I not avenge my son's death?"
As he spoke, the dragon claw, carrying countless chains formed from Heavenly Dao runes, reached for Nan Ji once more.
Hearing this, Nan Ji inwardly thought that it was indeed so.
After the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, Azure Dragon guarded one of the Four Extremes, while Ancestor Dragon, having barely survived, chose to guard the four seas instead.
Just as the dragon claw was about to continue forward, a pure white banner flew in from afar and blocked its path before Nan Ji.
"Ancestor Dragon, you are merely a remnant soul attached to a Dragon Clan body, yet you still dare shield sinful dragons!"
Then a figure appeared before Nan Ji.
Nan Ji looked closely and was startled.
This person was none other than the Queen Mother of the West who had slapped Kunpeng around in Purple Cloud Palace.
At that moment, her already dignified face carried several more traces of fiery fury.
Ancestor Dragon naturally knew that the woman before him was the Head of Female Immortals appointed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun. He lowered his dragon claw and said, "Queen Mother of the West, what does this matter have to do with you?"
As she listened, the Queen Mother of the West seemingly glanced at Nan Ji casually.
Fortunately, Nan Ji was protected by Laozi's Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda and was completely unharmed. This made the Queen Mother of the West secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, the Queen Mother of the West looked at Ancestor Dragon as though she bore a deep hatred for him and said, "Why so much nonsense? Fight first, talk later!"
Before Ancestor Dragon could say anything, the Queen Mother of the West instantly transformed into an enormous white tiger and attacked him.
Nan Ji stared blankly at the Queen Mother of the West's formidable figure, his heart trembling. After all, Houtu had stolen one of her peaches.
She had been born from the Supreme Essence of the West, held a position in the west, and belonged to metal among the Five Elements. Naturally, her killing intent was innate.
This was why no living beings dared provoke her. And indeed, her fighting style differed from that of the Great Desolation's other beings, resembling the Witch Clan's close-quarters combat more closely.
In terms of cultivation, Ancestor Dragon was stronger than the Queen Mother of the West. But he was only a remnant soul possessing a Dragon Clan body, so his strength was naturally greatly reduced.
The Queen Mother of the West, however, struck viciously with every move, either raking him with her claws or tearing at him with her teeth...
The sight made Nan Ji's spine turn cold as he quietly marveled inwardly, What a terrifying tigress...
Watching from Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones' scalps also went numb. They silently thought, We must never make an enemy of this person in the future... As for Xuanqing Peak, she can come whenever she wants...
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