"I am a Wind Patrol Envoy of Xianmo Pavilion. If Your Excellency slaughters the people here, Xianmo Pavilion will never let you get away with it. If you're willing to show us some mercy, how about we offer ten times the blood sacrifice from Wuliu Town next year?"
Song Zhenglun shouted.
In his view, the situation was already hopeless. No magic would help. His only hope was the Xianmo Pavilion token in his hand, and the hope that the pavilion's reputation might intimidate the Black Flood Dragon just a little.
"Xianmo Pavilion? You're from Xianmo Pavilion, yet you dare stand here and spout such nonsense to me. That proves you're an utterly stupid fool!"
The Black Flood Dragon roared at the sky. "Die! All of you must die! You fools and vermin who dared offend this king don't deserve to live in this world. Die, all of you..."
Its roar had yet to fade when its frenzied body swept down from the sky and hurtled straight at them.
With a sudden flash, a faint Clear Light rose around Han Shantong. He had forced his immortal soul to spill out, and with a piercing roar, he charged headlong toward the Black Flood Dragon.
At that moment, the tens of thousands of people in Wuliu Town squeezed their eyes shut, pressing themselves flat against the mud as they awaited the arrival of despair.
A thunderous crash rang out, and everyone's bodies trembled. A few brave souls opened their eyes and let out shrill cheers. Those cheers roused countless others, and soon they swept across the Sishui River and rang to the heavens.
Beneath the blue-gray sky, the Black Flood Dragon had been sent flying. It crashed heavily into Zha Mountain on the southern bank of the Sishui River, shattering rocks and sending