Black Scale Flood Dragon

Lei Qiang was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Behind him was that Zhao fellow's Paper Tiger, a Martial Artist at the Aperture Opening Realm who could slap the Blood Flood Dragon, a Vessel Expansion Realm Martial Artist, to death with one blow. Lei Qiang himself was only at the Blood Refining Realm.

Ahead of him was a flood dragon of unknown strength.

How was he supposed to choose?

"Gulp..."

Lei Qiang didn't dare make a move, but the immense pressure made his legs go weak and his palms sweat. He could only swallow to ease his nerves.

"Who killed the Blood Flood Dragon?" The Blood Red Flood Dragon spoke in human language, asking Lei Qiang in a cold voice.

As for the few survivors nearby, including the Blood Flood Dragon's First Madam, the Blood Red Flood Dragon didn't even spare them a glance.

The Blood Flood Dragon was dead. What were they to him? And they still dared ask him to help?

Didn't they know that all Blood Flood Dragons worked for him? Everything the Blood Flood Dragon had was bestowed by him. Of all the pirates, only he had been suited to cultivate the inner art he'd found and given him.

After thinking it over, Lei Qiang decided the flood dragon was more intimidating. He immediately pointed into the distance and exaggerated, "Those two did it."

Only then did the Blood Red Flood Dragon look into the distance and spot the two men standing as steady as Mount Tai aboard the Blood Flood Dragon Hao.

"How did they kill the Blood Flood Dragon?" The Blood Red Flood Dragon didn't attack, but asked instead.

Anyone capable of killing the Blood Flood Dragon had to be at least a Vessel Expansion Realm Martial Artist, perhaps even at the