Slaying the Evil Flood Dragon

"Sizzle..."

The True Sun Fire was pure yang and supremely strong, carrying a terrifying temperature capable of boiling seas and burning the sky.

Wherever the Fire Dragon passed, the thick poisonous mist was instantly incinerated, and even the miasma and foul air that had shrouded the swamp dispersed rapidly.

Before the two Evil Flood Dragons could react, the True Sun Fire howled in and landed on the elder brother of the pair.

"Boom!"

The elder Evil Flood Dragon's body was instantly set ablaze.

Under the scorching of the True Sun Fire, the elder Evil Flood Dragon's massive frame visibly turned to charcoal.

"Roar!!"

The elder Evil Flood Dragon let out a piercing, shrill cry.

The True Sun Fire wasn't just burning its flesh; it penetrated the marrow, searing its Nascent Soul, driving it to the brink of agony.

Driven by the will to survive, it twisted its body, plummeted from the sky, and plunged headfirst into the swamp, rolling back and forth in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames.

But the True Sun Fire was one of the Top Ten Exotic Fires of the Primordial Era—how could ordinary water put it out?

Even as the elder Evil Flood Dragon thrashed through the swamp, the True Sun Fire clung to it like a bone-deep maggot, impossible to shake, and even the swamp itself was scorched into bubbling magma by the fire.

As the True Sun Fire continued to burn, the elder Evil Flood Dragon's struggles grew weaker and weaker.

In less than half a minute, the elder Evil Flood Dragon—which had been swaggering and treating Li Qingxu as mere prey—was dead, its flesh and skin reduced to ash, leaving only a complete skeleton behind.

"Big brother!"

The remaining Evil Flood Dragon watched its elder brother's soul scatter to the winds, its heart a storm of shock and fury.

It never imagined that this Human Race cultivator, only at the mid-stage Earth Immortal realm, could wield such a terrifying flame.

As for Li Qingxu, after witnessing the might of the True Sun Fire firsthand, his confidence soared.

These two Evil Flood Dragons, though Innate Beings with formidable roots, had only just taken form and had almost no combat experience.

On top of that, the poisonous mist they commanded was completely countered by the True Sun Fire.

In a two-on-one fight, he'd still had to be cautious.

Now that he'd eliminated one of the two Evil Flood Dragons, the remaining one posed little threat to him.

"Damn Human, I'll tear you apart alive!"

The Evil Flood Dragon roared, its eyes bloodshot, as it lunged forward with claws swinging.

It and its elder brother had gestated together beneath this swamp for millions of years, bound by deep affection, as close as hands and feet.

They had sworn to support each other and carve out a name for themselves in the Primordial World.

But its elder brother had died before even getting started, burned to soul-scattering ash by this Human.

Now, only one thought filled its mind: revenge! Revenge for its elder brother—tear this Human to shreds!

"You're asking for death!"

Li Qingxu saw the Evil Flood Dragon charging at him and felt no fear, only delight.

If the opponent held an absolute advantage in cultivation and had chosen to flee immediately, he truly wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

But now, blinded by hatred and rage, it gave him the perfect chance to finish it off.

Though the Evil Flood Dragon was a novice, having witnessed the terror of the True Sun Fire, it knew better than to face it head-on.

Since the poisonous mist couldn't touch Li Qingxu, it planned to leverage its speed and physical strength, dodging the True Sun Fire's attacks to close in and tear him apart with its claws.

Li Qingxu backed away, trying to keep his distance, while channeling his divine ability.

But he wasn't activating the True Sun Fire—he was using Wood Spiritual Power.

"Rise!"

Li Qingxu raised his hands as if lifting something, and suddenly, hundreds of thick, dense vines spread through the space.

These vines intertwined, forming a massive net that descended toward the Evil Flood Dragon.

"Roar!"

The Evil Flood Dragon bellowed, slashing fiercely with the claws under its belly.

"Swoosh, swoosh..."

The net woven from vines was torn apart, scattering into broken branches that fluttered down.

Seeing the net shredded by the Evil Flood Dragon, Li Qingxu showed no panic, remaining calm and composed.

He knew that trapping a Heavenly Immortal-level Evil Flood Dragon with ordinary vines was nearly impossible.

So his goal wasn't to trap it—it was to hinder its movement.

The moment the Evil Flood Dragon tore through the massive net, a blazing cluster of True Sun Fire rapidly expanded in its eyes.

"Boom!"

The Evil Flood Dragon's body suddenly erupted in roaring Blazing True Sun Fire.

It let out an unwilling roar, thrashing violently, trying to struggle in its death throes.

But under the scorching of the True Sun Fire, all its struggles were futile; it could only feel its life force rapidly drain away amidst heart-wrenching agony.

Dozens of seconds later, the Evil Flood Dragon fell weakly downward, its flesh and blood scattering as charred remains, until only a complete skeleton remained above the swamp.

Li Qingxu released his Spiritual Sense, meticulously searching the swamp. Only after confirming there were no other hidden dangers did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

When his gaze fell upon the two Flood Dragon skeletons suspended above the swamp, his heart gave a slight start.

The larger one had a faint, pale golden luster hidden within its bones, radiating an aura of supreme yang and unyielding strength.

The smaller one shimmered with a silvery-white light, exuding a Dao resonance of supreme yin and gentle softness.

On both skeletons, profound and intricate Innate Dao Patterns were faintly visible, their auras subtly resonating with each other, secretly aligning with the principle of yin and yang giving birth to one another.

"To remain intact under the scorching of True Sun Fire and still contain innate yin and yang energy—these are truly good things."

Li Qingxu murmured, not expecting this unexpected windfall.

He then waved his hand and directly stored away both Flood Dragon skeletons.

These Flood Dragon bones were extremely sturdy and contained innate yin and yang power, making them exceptionally precious materials for artifact forging.

Once his Daoxing advanced in the future and he learned the methods of artifact forging, he could refine them into powerful Spirit Treasures.

Just as Li Qingxu finished storing the Flood Dragon bones and was about to leave this place—

"Swish—swish—swish—swish—"

Four streaks of fierce divine light, each a different color and swift as lightning, suddenly tore through the distant sky, carving four brilliant trajectories. In an instant, they arrived and landed steadily in midair, several dozen zhang before him.

Li Qingxu's heart tightened, his pupils contracting slightly. The divine power surging within him instantly peaked, his aura coiled but unleased, like a drawn bowstring, ready at any moment to unleash the True Sun Fire in a heaven-scorching strike.

On this Primordial Land, the law of the jungle was ironclad; meeting in the wilderness meant friend or foe.

Traveling alone, he had to maintain utmost vigilance against any sudden presence.

However, without knowing friend from foe, rashly striking and making enemies was unwise. Thus, he only focused his mind, observing quietly while gathering his power.

The divine light faded, revealing four figures: one man and three women.

The leading middle-aged man was tall and robust, wearing a simple black Daoist robe with wide sleeves. His black hair cascaded freely behind his shoulders, with only a simple wooden hairpin binding a small portion.

His face was sharply defined, exuding an imposing authority without anger, radiating an invisible pressure.

The three women behind him wore floor-length dresses of pure white, emerald green, and sky blue respectively. Their figures were like willows swaying in the wind, graceful and enchanting.

Their faces were peerlessly beautiful—one cold as the moon, one gentle as water, one lively as a spirit. A faint aura of Immortal Spirit swirled around them, as if they were celestial maidens descending on the wind from the Nine Heavens, somewhat out of place in this filthy swamp.