Qingyuan Sea Dragon

"Oh, Qingyuan Sea Dragon!" Zhao Han's eyes lit up when he heard the key name.

From the name alone, he could tell it was a true dragon.

A true dragon's bones were definitely better than Flood Dragon Bone.

Although the simplification only required ten Flood Dragon Bones or dragon bones, dragon ribs would surely be much better than Flood Dragon Bone ribs.

If he could get the good stuff, why settle for the inferior?

"How far is the Dragon Palace where the Qingyuan Sea Dragon lives?" Zhao Han continued.

"About two thousand li!" The Blood Red Flood Dragon didn't know why Zhao Han was asking, but it answered honestly.

It didn't think Zhao Han had the strength to kill the Qingyuan Sea Dragon. That was a true dragon, a powerful dragon at the Demon Venerable level.

"Good. Head to the Qingyuan Sea Dragon's Dragon Palace first. I'll deal with things here!"

Whoosh!

Zhao Han flashed away, vanishing from where he stood. The next second, he appeared above the black silt.

Before the five Black Scale Flood Dragons below could react, a black-and-gold palm print spanning a kilometer slammed down at them.

It sealed off nearly the entire stretch of black silt.

The immense power instantly roused the five Black Scale Flood Dragons from their slumber.

Black Scale Flood Dragons were covered from head to tail in black scales, and still had no horns.

Clearly, they weren't highly ranked among Flood Dragons.

"Who dares—"

The Black Scale Flood Dragon leading the group had barely begun to speak when the crushing pressure of the palm strike left it gasping for breath. It couldn't even talk or move.

If it couldn't move, there was no chance the other four Black Scale Flood Dragons could.

After all, this was Dragon Subduing Divine Martial, which