It was supposed to be an ordinary sacrifice to the Dragon God. Instead, a huge creature that might have been the Dragon God had appeared in the water, followed by two "immortals" flying high above, fighting to their hearts' content!
What kind of day was this?
Third Granduncle blinked his clouded old eyes. In all his life, he had never seen a spectacle as strange and magnificent as this.
"The Dragon God treads the river! Immortals descend upon the world!"
Many of the fishermen dropped to their knees, pressed their foreheads against the slick ground, and prayed.
After a moment's thought, Third Granduncle knelt too, though he kept an eye on the distant sky.
The river surged. Ten thousand curtains of water rose as Huang Tian and Xiahou Yang separated after their blades crossed, then crashed together again like two meteors.
A sun dozens of yards across appeared in midair. Shock waves poured toward heaven and earth like mountains and seas, halting the drifting clouds and driving the waves higher!
Not far away, beneath the rushing river, a huge black creature watched the two men like prey. Its head resembled a python's, with a pair of short horns above vertical pupils. Its enormous serpentine body was covered in pitch-black scales, and four claws grew from its belly. It looked vicious beyond measure.
"Pfft."
A spray of blood suddenly fell from the sky.
A frost-white streak had swept across Xiahou Yang's right shoulder, exposing stark bone. Flesh and blood from his shoulder fell into the long river.
The flesh, brimming with life essence, drew countless fish the moment it touched the water. With a flick of its long tail, the Black Flood Dragon shot over like an arrow, opened its bloody maw, and swallowed hundreds of fish along with the flesh.