Zhao Rulíng saw Meng Zhao's expectations and encouraged him, "For a pure-blooded ferocious beast like this to break through the shackles of its bloodline, aside from external aid, the most important thing is growth of the mind.
"Flood dragons are creatures of ferocity and baleful intent. Unfortunately, you had bound him in the past, making it difficult for him to display his abilities. It was like a dragon lying hidden in the abyss. Now, he has returned to the sea; with his spirit unburdened and endless essence from ferocious beast flesh and blood to plunder, you will surely get your wish."
As the two chatted and laughed, the black flying eagles had already suffered grievous losses. Flood Dragon Little Nine had beaten them into complete disarray, and even the sky, once black and dense, now showed patches of emptiness.
Flood Dragon Little Nine threw back his head and let out a long roar. The heavy draconic cry became a black ripple that instantly swept countless flying eagles to the ground.
The remaining flying eagles fled in panic, flapping their wings in terror. They no longer possessed the imposing momentum of their original vast, sky-covering formation.
Zhao Rulíng seemed to speak with meaning, "This is the power of an individual. For martial artists like us, as long as one's martial cultivation is strong enough and one's realm profound enough, becoming a One Man Army is no fantasy!"
Meng Zhao gave a sound of acknowledgment and continued listening to Zhao Rulíng's explanation.
This place was still only the outermost edge of the Arctic Ice Plains. There was still wild grass here, and heaven and earth remained clear. Though fierce winds occasionally howled and the temperature was extremely low, there were no great snowstorms, nor that terrifying desolate cold of heaven and earth,