"The Flood Dragon King died just like that! Useless, truly useless..."
Northern Dark Dao Venerable slapped the armrest of his chair and could not help cursing a few times.
He was alone in the vast Great Void Boundless Divine Hall, so there was no need for him to watch his words.
The key was, how had the Flood Dragon King—a Pure Yang powerhouse who had survived two lightning tribulations—been killed? And supposedly by Gao Xian!
Northern Dark Dao Venerable did not really believe that rumor. No matter how formidable Gao Xian was, he could not possibly be such a monster as to kill the Flood Dragon King after surviving only one lightning tribulation.
Besides, the Flood Dragon King had many subordinates and traveled aboard the Azure Dragon Flying Ship. The Azure Dragon Flying Ship alone was an extraordinarily powerful Divine Artifact, enough to rival a sixth-rank Pure Yang cultivator.
Let alone Gao Xian alone—even if Gao Xian joined forces with Shui Cangyue, they would have had no chance of killing the Flood Dragon King.
Northern Dark Dao Venerable could not make sense of the connections, and grew increasingly irritated.
The only thing he could be certain of was that Gao Xian had to have had a hand in this. No one else would take the initiative to deal with the Flood Dragon King!
Northern Dark Dao Venerable had a headache as well. He had been considering how to send Gao Xian before the Flood Dragon King, only for the Flood Dragon King to die.
Without that blade, he could not find anyone suitable to deal with Gao Xian for the moment.
There were still two hundred years until the Nine Provinces Assembly. Did he truly have to step in personally and fight Gao Xian head-on? That was the worst possible