The great banners billowed as several hundred armored soldiers split into two groups and charged in from the west and east.
As the battle began, the Black Flood Dragon seemed to see its last hope of survival. Its scales flared open, its blood and qi surged, and it gaped wide, spewing a torrent of black dragonflame at Xu Yi.
A cold smile touched Xu Yi's lips. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."
He swept his sleeve, and the black flames spun around him before shooting toward Xiao Xian and the others.
At the same time, the bamboo chopsticks in his hand flew out, stabbing straight into the Black Flood Dragon's belly. It was as if they were not two chopsticks but a pair of divine weapons. The enormous dragon was sliced in half like a fish. With a crash, half its body crashed to the ground, like a mountain of flesh collapsing.
A wisp of pure light had just begun to flee when Huang Mei, who had been waiting for the moment, sprang out and swallowed it whole.
After devouring the Black Flood Dragon's immortal soul, Huang Mei looked satisfied. "As expected of a descendant of the noble dragon bloodline. Even at the fifth realm of Ghost Immortal, that hit the spot. No, I'm getting a little stuffed. I need to sleep for a while." With that, he burrowed back into the Starry Sky Ring.
The moment the Black Flood Dragon's immortal soul was devoured, its blood-soaked body turned to smoke and drifted away on the wind.
By then, Xiao Xian, Cai Jing, Liang Shijing, and the three hundred powerful fighters of Xianmo Pavilion lay sprawled across the ground, every one of them scorched and charred.
The black flames spat out by the Black Flood Dragon