Moreover, Meng Zhao was known as the Dragon King, his name renowned throughout north and south of the great river. With a flood dragon at his side, the title was well deserved.
What shocked Gan Mingfeng even more was the method Flood Dragon Little Nine used to deal with those two snake ancestors.
The three colossal creatures had met on a narrow path. In Gan Mingfeng's view, even if Flood Dragon Little Nine held a certain suppressive advantage over the two snake ancestors, it would still have needed a fierce battle to take them down.
Yet Little Nine's performance utterly stunned him. The two snake ancestors, whose savage might had seemed capable of overturning rivers and seas, actually let out strange whimpering cries when facing the black-scaled flood dragon. Their auras did not merely weaken—they were nearly nonexistent.
At the same time, the two horned snake heads dipped forward, as though both warning the flood dragon and submitting to it, begging for mercy.
Meng Zhao merely nodded. Flood Dragon Little Nine had been by his side for quite some time. Its bloodline was rich, and its strength had already reached the Grandmaster Realm. To those two so-called snake ancestors, it represented a double suppression of strength and bloodline.
Under such circumstances, the two creatures would not even possess the thought of resisting.
And indeed, Flood Dragon Little Nine's massive body slithered forward, crushing and flattening everything in its path. When it reached the two snake ancestors, it opened its enormous jaws. Within that dragon maw seemed to lie a universe of its own; a tremendous force of attraction arose, capable of swallowing heaven and devouring earth, and it forcibly gulped down the more-than-twenty-meter-long giant snake.
After swallowing it, Flood Dragon Little Nine's size did not change in the slightest. Only