In less than half an incense stick's time, he had already swept to the Clear Water Rock by Three Peaks Stone and Heaven Lake Pool. As his robes fluttered, he landed steadily before the old flood dragon. Blood still seeped from the wound in its side, while Kong Xuan stood motionless, the corners of his lips slightly raised in a faint, unreadable smile.
The old flood dragon stiffened from head to tail, its heart and courage shattered. After ten thousand years of cultivation, it had formed a bond with a female dragon and fathered eight sons. In its early years, when its cultivation was shallow, it had nearly been stripped of its tendons and bones by cultivators from an Immortal sect. After lying low for a thousand years, it had finally grown powerful enough to lead its entire family in attacking the mountain gate of its old enemy, only to become trapped within the mountain-protecting formation. Its wife had fiercely detonated herself to protect their young, filling the sky with Blood Mist, allowing the Nine Dragons to break through. Driven mad with rage, the old flood dragon had slaughtered the Daoist Sect, leaving no one alive, not even their livestock.
From then on, its nature had been utterly ruined. It often appeared to wreak havoc among mortals, and whenever it encountered an Immortal cultivator, it always struck to kill.
Today, the cause and effect had come due. Retribution never missed its mark.
It raised its eyes and saw the Daoist's sash billowing in the wind, his bearing imposing, his entire body suffused with a warm jade-like radiance. When it cautiously extended its spiritual sense, it vanished into the sea like a clay ox barely three feet away, without the slightest echo. In an instant, it understood that the man before