On the riverbank, the crimson-gold Flood Dragon churned up wind and waves. Its dragon head, both majestic and ferocious, emerged from the water as its gaze swept across the many Human Race External Scene experts fleeing in disarray.
A vicious gleam flashed in its eyes as it locked onto a Grandmaster-level expert. Opening its bloody maw, it was about to swallow him whole to satisfy its hunger.
"Beast!"
Suddenly, a figure appeared before the Red-Gold Flood Dragon. Before it could make out the newcomer's face, its head abruptly swayed and fell straight to the ground.
The enormous dragon head splashed down onto the river's surface, sending up towering waves. Only then did its even more massive body seem to realize it was dead, crashing into the river with a thunderous boom as blood dyed a stretch of water red.
Fang Yang withdrew the sword fingers of his right hand. His black Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, and an ethereal aura spread out, dissolving the sharpness of his earlier attack.
This Red-Gold Flood Dragon was merely an ordinary Demon King. By the Human Race's cultivation system, it had only just condensed its Dharma Body and become a Human Immortal. It was naturally unworthy of making him use a weapon.
Below, most of the civilians scattered by the river had already regained their footing. The few unlucky ones had suffered nothing more than superficial injuries.
Yet faced with this sight, they knew that if Fang Yang had not intervened, quite a few among them would have become souls lost to the Flood Dragon's maw. They immediately expressed their gratitude in every manner possible, some kneeling and kowtowing, others clasping their fists in salute.
A stream of crystalline pure light flashed through the air.
A middle-aged monk with an ordinary face, a