The river wind was fishy and damp.
Her jet-black hair clung wetly to her cheeks, droplets sliding down her fair neck and into her collar, leaving her thoroughly uncomfortable.
Yet even after she wrung out her hair, the three men were still standing there like fools.
"What are you standing around for? I can't carry this head all the way back to Longyou. Do you want it or not?"
"Yes! Of course we do!"
Old Zhang suddenly came to his senses and let out a howl, scrambling over on all fours.
Not caring about the filth, he threw himself straight onto the flood dragon's head. The look in his eyes was more affectionate than when he looked at his own wife. "This is the head of a Great Demon at the peak of the Core Formation Realm!"
As he spoke, he tried to lift the head in his arms.
"Up!"
Old Zhang's face flushed crimson, the veins in his neck bulging as he used every last ounce of strength he had.
Yet it did not budge in the slightest.
Such weight...
What a head, truly, from a demon at the peak of the Core Formation Realm.
More frightening still—
She had brought something this heavy back from the bottom of the river!
Just how terrifying was this girl's strength?
Jiang Yuechu glanced at him, with no intention of helping. She merely said flatly, "Don't waste your effort. Get a few people to carry it."
Old Zhang awkwardly let go, wiped the sweat from his brow, and chuckled dryly. "Miss Jiang's divine strength, divine strength indeed."
By then, the Demon Suppression Guards in the stronghold finally gathered the courage to approach.
The earth-shattering commotion earlier had scared them half to death.
Now that the wind and waves had stilled, and they