The waters of the Clearwater River Main Channel.
The Clearwater Dragon Palace outpost.
An immense force had cleared this stretch of water of weeds and other debris, exposing the gray-white riverbed and reefs below.
Demonic aura churned all around, and monsters swam back and forth everywhere.
In its deepest reaches, two enormous figures hung suspended in the river.
One was dark green all over and nearly four hundred feet long-a Venom Flood Dragon with a single horn atop his head.
His eyes were sinister, and a terrifying aura of savage ferocity radiated from his entire body.
He was the patriarch of the Venom Flood Dragon lineage, a Venom Flood Dragon with seventh rank perfection cultivation-Du Xun!
Opposite him was a phantasmal monster whose entire body emitted a dazzling, hazy aqueous glow.
This was the patriarch of the Phantom-Tide Jellyfish Demon clan-the Phantom-Tide Demon King.
With eyes half-closed, the Phantom-Tide Demon King casually stretched over a hundred slender tentacles. The watery light around its body swayed gently with the current, giving it the languid look of someone not quite awake.
"What brings you here without warning, Lord Du Xun?" The Phantom-Tide Demon King yawned, seemingly unconcerned that the monster before it was a powerful Venom Flood Dragon.
Already familiar with the Phantom-Tide Demon King's temperament, Du Xun paid no heed to its attitude. He merely spoke slowly in a deep voice. "My son, Du Ming, died yesterday!"
At these words, the Phantom-Tide Demon King's stretching tentacles paused. Its half-closed eyes lifted slightly to look at Du Xun, waiting for him to continue.
"Around here, the only ones capable of killing my son-and daring enough to do it-are those warriors from the Demon Slayer Bureau!"
As he spoke, boundless hatred surged through Du Xun's slit pupils.
Du Ming had not only been