Three-Headed Flood Dragon, Di Tian's Terror, a Bloodline Stronger Than Even the Dragon God's?!

A beastly roar came from deep within the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear.

At first, the roar was faint, as though it came from somewhere impossibly deep and distant, blurred and indistinct.

But in an instant, it rapidly swelled and rose, transforming from a beastly roar into a dragon's cry that resounded through the heavens.

That dragon's cry was completely different from the one Di Tian had released.

Di Tian's dragon cry was low and majestic, like muffled thunder rumbling from the depths of the earth.

This dragon's cry, however, was bright and piercing, as if a sharp sword had pierced through the nine layers of heaven and cleaved straight down from the highest reaches of the sky.

The dragon might contained within that cry was so pure, ancient, and immense that Di Tian's dragon body involuntarily stiffened for a moment.

"Whoosh—"

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear flew directly from Yang Jian's limp hand.

It no longer needed Yang Jian to wield it, as though it possessed its own consciousness and life.

Amid intertwining golden and crimson radiance, the spear crazily extended, lengthened, and transformed. Its dark-gold shaft twisted and bent in the light, its three blades split apart, dense scales grew across its surface, and its tail turned into a long flood dragon's tail.

Under the simultaneous gazes of Di Tian and Yang Jian, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear transformed in the light into a three-headed flood dragon.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon was not as bloated as Di Tian's dragon body, but it still stretched roughly a thousand zhang long, comparable to Yang Jian's Heavenly Law, Earthly Form body.

Its entire body was covered in golden-red scales, every single one reflecting dazzling brilliance beneath the nine-colored light.

Its three flood dragon heads sat atop three slender necks. Each had a pair of golden