"Little loach, run! Why aren't you running anymore?"
In the sky, Old Garden stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Flood Dragon before him with a smile. Then, a long whip formed entirely from golden light appeared in his hand.
With a flick of Old Garden's wrist, the long whip lashed across the Flood Dragon's body. Its scales shattered, flesh and blood flew, and the pain made the Flood Dragon let out a miserable howl.
Even though Old Garden's realm had fallen, he was still far beyond what this Flood Dragon could contend with.
"Senior, I was wrong, Senior! Spare me, spare me!"
The Flood Dragon begged bitterly. Before Old Garden, he did not even have a chance to strike back. Now, he was truly afraid.
"Spare you? That's not impossible. Little loach, I'll give you three breaths to run. After three breaths, it'll depend on your luck."
Old Garden said with a smile. It was his first time encountering creatures from a brand-new world, and he could not help but feel playful.
"Fine, Senior. Keep your word."
At this, the Flood Dragon rejoiced inwardly. He possessed a secret art that could carry him billions upon billions of li in an instant. This senior clearly did not have his wits about him.
Once he reached the deep sea, he would definitely have the clan chief send troops to Southern Continent.
The next moment, countless flashes of light emerged around the Flood Dragon's body, and violent spatial fluctuations spread throughout the surroundings.
Sensing this aura, Old Garden narrowed his eyes, a flicker of surprise flashing through them.
He had never seen such a method before. This was his first time seeing it.
"Hahaha, I'm leaving! The next time we meet, I'll take your dog life!"
The Flood Dragon's