The so-called Innate Flood Dragon Clan did not share the Dragon Race's bloodline. They were born of heaven and earth, and their lineage could ultimately be traced back to the Chaos Flood Dragon. Like the Dragon Race, they were Innate Beings.
Back when the Dragon Race was at its height, it ruled over all scaled creatures, and the Innate Flood Dragons naturally submitted to it.
But later, when the Dragon Race fell into decline, its former servants were naturally unwilling to remain servants.
There would have been nothing wrong with refusing to serve; after all, even the wisest birds chose where to roost. The Innate Flood Dragons were hardly the only ones to leave the Dragon Race. Sea Sharks and Mysterious Snakes, among others, had done the same.
But the Innate Flood Dragons were a little different. They hadn't merely left the Dragon Race; they had rebelled against it, come to hate it, and begun taking revenge in secret.
A few days ago, this Innate Flood Dragon had argued with his predecessor over the cave dwelling before them.
Still, because they had once shared a master-servant bond, his predecessor had gone to visit the other party. He hadn't expected him to show up again today.
"Ao Chen, don't get too pleased with yourself."
"I advise you to know what's good for you. Hand over this cave dwelling and submit to me now, or you'll die here today."
Jiao Mo, the Innate Flood Dragon, looked triumphant. A terrifying aura suddenly burst from his entire body.
This aura had clearly reached the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.
"You broke through?"
Ao Chen narrowed his eyes, surprise flashing through them.
He had fought Jiao Mo before, and his opponent had also been at Golden Immortal Peak.
But Ao Chen's True Dragon Bloodline had given him the upper hand. So even though he was burdened by the Dragon Race's Karmic Debt, he had still managed to win.
He hadn't expected Jiao Mo to break through in a mere few hundred years.
"Good. At least you know. If you know what's good for you, surrender at once. Otherwise..."
Jiao Mo's face twisted into a cruel grin. The aura of a Taiyi Golden Immortal bore down on Ao Chen.
Ao Chen raised an eyebrow, and the aura of his Mythical Earth Immortal cultivation instinctively burst forth.
But the moment he did, Jiao Mo was dumbfounded.
It wasn't that the aura was too powerful. It was just strange.
"You're... an Earth Immortal? No, you're... badly injured? No, that's not it either. Who are you? Why is your aura so strange?"
Feeling the aura of a Mythical Earth Immortal, Jiao Mo was utterly bewildered.
A Mythical Earth Immortal had lofty ambitions, but was still an Earth Immortal in terms of realm. At least, without a fight, he seemed entirely different from an ordinary Earth Immortal.
Imagine finally breaking through, returning to settle an old score, and then discovering that your opponent had suddenly become so much weaker. It was easy to imagine how that would feel.
But Ao Chen, standing before him, had no intention of indulging him.
So what if he was a Taiyi Golden Immortal? His predecessor might have been wary of him, but now...
"That's right. I'm an Earth Immortal."
"How about I let you experience the strength of this lowly Earth Immortal today?"
Ao Chen chuckled. As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out with a palm.
With One Palm, He Punched Through the World Fetus Membrane—And You Call Yourself an Earth Immortal?
The palm strike looked ordinary. It had no earth-shaking surge of magical power, no dazzling display of divine techniques. It was as if he had simply waved his hand.
"Hahaha! I don't know why you've become an Earth Immortal, but I'll make sure to 'welcome' you properly."
Seeing this, Jiao Mo laughed in fury.
He didn't even bother to use his full strength. He gathered only part of his Taiyi Golden Immortal power before himself, forming a thick Water Curtain Celestial. He planned to block the strike with ease, then deal with Ao Chen at his leisure.
As far as he was concerned, a mere Earth Immortal—even one with something strange about him—would be badly injured by this strike at most.
But in the next moment, the cruel grin on Jiao Mo's face froze, replaced by boundless shock and terror.
Before Ao Chen's palm had even reached him, Jiao Mo's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks.
Wherever Ao Chen's palm passed, the seawater before it was completely forced aside by an invisible force and evaporated, leaving an absolute vacuum in its wake.
The palm had yet to arrive, but the terrifying force behind it seemed capable of crushing the heavens and shattering all things. It sent the soul of Jiao Mo, a newly ascended Taiyi Golden Immortal, into a frenzy of trembling.
"Not good!"
Jiao Mo's soul nearly left his body. He no longer had time to jeer. In a panic, he poured all his magical power into the Water Curtain Celestial before him.
At the same time, dense scales appeared across his body as his Natal Flood Dragon Scale Armor. He even brought out his Companion Spirit Treasure—a Sea Covering Trident wreathed in a ghostly glow—and held it before himself.
He pushed a Taiyi Golden Immortal's defenses to their very limit.
But it was all in vain.
At last, Ao Chen's palm came down.
Boom.
There was no deafening crash. Instead came a muffled, heart-stopping rumble, as if the universe had just begun—or all things had returned to the void.
The Sea Covering Trident let out a pained groan. Its spiritual light went dark in an instant, and it was knocked flying, its shaft covered in cracks.
Next, the Water Curtain Celestial, reputed to withstand a full-force strike from a Taiyi Golden Immortal, was like snow beneath the sun. It couldn't even hold for a single breath before the palm, imbued with the power of the Star River Universe, silently wiped it away.
Finally, the palm landed squarely on Jiao Mo's prized Natal Flood Dragon Scale Armor.
Crack... crack-crack...
Cracks spread across Jiao Mo's scales like a spiderweb. His indestructible Primordial Unity Flood Dragon Body seemed to turn into fragile porcelain.
Pfft—
Jiao Mo was struck as if by tens of millions of stars. His enormous body shot backward like a cannonball. What he spat out was no longer blood, but golden flood-dragon blood mixed with organ fragments and vital essence.
His chest caved in. His bones shattered, his internal organs had long since been reduced to dust, and the Stellar Force had utterly destroyed the meridians throughout his body.
Rumble.
His massive body smashed through countless boulders, gouged a trench ten thousand yards long across the sea floor, and finally slammed into the distant seabed, kicking up clouds of dust.
The residual force of Ao Chen's palm continued forward without slowing, slamming into the void.
Hum—
The entire East Sea seemed to shudder.
The space before Ao Chen was like a shattered mirror, a gigantic black void opening within it.
Countless twisted, broken fragments of space lined its edges.
And in the very depths of the void, the chaotic Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind could just barely be seen, along with violent Chaos Qi Flow and fleeting visions of things that did not belong to the Primordial World.
It was as if that single palm had truly shaken the Primordial World's boundaries and briefly punched through the legendary World Fetus Membrane.
The terrifying rift in space began to mend and close under the immense power of the Primordial World's laws. But the sight of such world-shattering destruction had already plunged Jiao Mo, who had somehow survived, into utter terror and despair.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
Jiao Mo lay in a crater, drenched in blood and barely breathing. He couldn't even move a finger.
That palm had not only destroyed his body; it had also dealt a grievous blow to his Primordial Spirit.
He could feel his life force rapidly slipping away.
With great effort, he lifted his head and looked toward the distant figure standing proudly amid sparkling starlight, like a god or demon. His eyes were filled with incomprehensible terror.
"You... aren't... an Earth Immortal..."
His broken words were filled with endless regret.
He regretted coming after this calamity of a man.
He had thought he was pursuing easy prey, never imagining he was facing a primordial beast capable of destroying him.
Ao Chen slowly lowered his hand and calmly looked at Jiao Mo, dying in the crater.
"You only realized that now? Too late."
He flicked a finger, about to wipe Jiao Mo out.
Seeing this, Jiao Mo shouted at once.
"You can't kill me! I..."
But before he could finish, that streak of golden light had already shot forth.
Whoosh.
A condensed Stellar Finger Force, as bright as a shooting star, cut through the seawater and pierced Jiao Mo precisely between the brows, into his ancestral aperture.
The last glimmer in Jiao Mo's eyes went out. His remaining Primordial Spirit was instantly obliterated by the finger strike, reduced to nothing.
Thus, a Taiyi Golden Immortal of the Innate Flood Dragon Clan met his final end. He was not even given the chance to reincarnate.
"Hm? What was he just saying?"
Ao Chen furrowed his brow. He had struck too quickly and hadn't managed to hold back, so he hadn't quite heard Jiao Mo's final words.
After a moment, Ao Chen shook his head slightly.
"Forget it. Whatever he had to say wouldn't matter. He was only an Innate Flood Dragon, after all. Killing him was no big deal."
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