Xuanhuo Island was shrouded in smoke and flames.
The three Quasi-Dragon Sons swayed and transformed into their Flood Dragon forms. Their hundred-zhang-long bodies stretched across the sky, their vicious dragon heads glaring down at Lin Bai.
Heaven-shaking auras spread from their bodies, and their terrifying pressure made every living creature within ten thousand miles tremble.
They were joining forces.
With one glance, Lin Bai saw through the trick in their hearts.
Of course, Lin Bai had no idea that the Flood Dragon Clan's secret plan was to use this martial contest to completely crush the Tianshui Sect.
As the saying went, even a broken ship still had three thousand nails; even a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
Five thousand years ago, the Tianshui Sect had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Heaven and Earth Gate, and its strongest genius, Li Lingtian, had been killed by the Heaven and Earth Gate. From that moment onward, everyone could see that the Tianshui Sect had fallen.
Yet no one had dared attack the Tianshui Sect.
The reason was simple: they were still wary of the Tianshui Sect's hidden strength.
No one could tell how much power the Tianshui Sect truly had left.
After lying dormant for five thousand years, its first battle after returning was a martial contest with the Flood Dragon Clan.
If the Tianshui Sect were to suffer another bloody defeat at the hands of the Flood Dragon Clan, it could very well become the final straw that broke the camel's back.
This battle might become the key to toppling the great mountain that was the Tianshui Sect.
Before the contest, the Flood Dragon Clan had already devised this plan. That was why they had summoned three Quasi-Dragon Sons to challenge the Tianshui Sect's limits