By tomorrow, this matter would likely make it into the Northern Netherworld Chronicle, and his Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall would be ridiculed without restraint by countless peers!
At that thought, Ao Qianjiang's fury burned even hotter. The Ten-Thousand-Foot Bright Moon shone brilliantly, raising his entire aura to another level.
As a mighty figure at the Half-Step Heavenly Realm, how could he become a stepping stone for some obscure Rogue Cultivator to make a name for himself?!
He had charged back here from the Heavenly Flood Dragon Hall at all costs precisely to reclaim the face he had lost before this vast audience!
"You human brat who knows no rules! Today, I'll teach you the etiquette of the Northern Netherworld Domain!!"
Ao Qianjiang's voice, thick with rage, echoed across the heavens.
The brocade-robed elder also descended into the skies above the Flood Dragon Headquarters.
His eyes lowered as he spoke indifferently:
"Hall Master Ao, this man also bears a private grudge against my Myriad Nether Palace."
"A Supreme Elder of the Myriad Nether Palace?"
Ao Qianjiang glanced at him and replied coldly:
"Then join me and take him down. Afterward, we'll give him a proper welcome!"
The brocade-robed elder looked at the scene below, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"That is exactly my intention."
Yet before his words had faded.
His vision was completely flooded by dazzling dark-golden radiance, and even his pupils abruptly contracted!
Boom—
In an instant, a sharp beam of light that everyone within the Silver-Scaled Sea could feel surged up from the largely collapsed Flood Dragon Headquarters.
The brocade-robed elder suddenly felt a tearing pain rip through his body. By the time he came to his senses, that sharp Light Erosion had already cleaved him in two. His solid flesh and blood had been neatly