Gao Xian cracked a couple of jokes about the dead Flood Dragon King before calmly putting away the Flood Dragon King's true-form dharma body.
Such an enormous flood dragon would still be quite useful.
Not to mention the powerful Divine Artifact on the Flood Dragon King, along with a vast number of personal belongings.
The Flood Dragon King was not like the Greedy Wolf Star Lord.
Not only was the Greedy Wolf Star Lord weak in cultivation, he was also all alone. For a sixth-rank Pure Yang, he had done exceptionally poorly for himself.
The Flood Dragon King, however, was the head of the Dragon Scale Association, commanding countless Demon Race members. The waters under his control were even larger than the Nine Provinces.
Who knew how many divine treasures and exotic artifacts lay within such vast waters? After ruling countless Demon Race members for over ten thousand years, who knew how much wealth he had amassed?
Gao Xian had now risen above such lowly interests and was not particularly interested in money. Still, someone of the Flood Dragon King's status was worth looking forward to.
Having dealt with the Flood Dragon King, Gao Xian turned his gaze toward the several Spirit Transformation demons.
The two sides were less than a thousand li apart. When Gao Xian's gaze fell upon them, Gui Wanshu and the other Spirit Transformation demons all sensed it. Of course, that was also because Gao Xian made no attempt to conceal his divine consciousness.
Gui Wanshu immediately realized things were bad and hurriedly stopped. At this distance, escape was impossible. Obediently staying put gave him at least a sliver of hope for survival.
Zhu Yusi, Jiao Shiyi, Sea-Flying Ape, and Crimson Armor, the four Spirit Transformation demons, were no fools either. They followed Gui Wanshu's lead