He took out a chair instead and sat down, leaning against its back as he looked at Ao Yu, who stood beside him in a daze.
"Our Flood Dragon Race is willing to submit to you!!"
Ao Yu abruptly snapped out of her stupor. Thinking she had understood the young man's intention, she immediately dropped to her knees as well, frantically banging her head against the ground as she shouted in a near-hysterical roar:
"Please leave our Flood Dragon Race a path to survival!!"
Seeing the purple-robed young man remain silent, neither of them dared pause. They continued kowtowing and begging for mercy without stopping.
Ao Yu truly deserved to be the Flood Dragon Race's future ruler. She soon guessed the clan chief's true intention.
He was stalling!
Although the Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall was some distance away, someone at the half-step heavenly realm could reach this place in roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn!
As long as they stalled until Ao Qianjiang arrived, he would still be invincible throughout the Southern Northern Netherworld Domain, even with the minor injuries caused by the destruction of his Yin Spirit!
Once they understood this, the two of them kowtowed even harder.
Yet, the next instant—
Boom!
The flood dragon clan chief's body abruptly exploded, splashing scorching golden blood all over Ao Yu!
The sudden turn of events left her frozen in place, her body trembling violently.
Why?
Why had he suddenly attacked?!
But before she could figure out the reason—
An indifferent voice, utterly devoid of emotion, sounded beside her ear:
"Go on."
"Don't you enjoy kowtowing?"
Ao Yu trembled all over. Her lips quivered, but she could not make a sound.
Never since her birth had she felt such despair!
Trying to reason with him meant death.