Sarira Relic, Heavenly Demon Hand, As If Bestowed by Heaven, Sword-Slaying a Flood Dragon!

["Heaven cherishes life, yet your Marsh Lake has slaughtered who knew how many innocent commoners."]

["Jiannan Circuit had long been filled with cries of grievance, its people unable to make a living." Master Lotus Pond pressed his palms together, and his originally compassionate face took on the wrathful visage of a Vajra.]

[The Eldest Gentleman stared coldly at Long Yi's scaled face and the twin horns atop his head. "If not for 'Mr.' backing you from behind, Marsh Lake should have ceased to exist long ago."]

[Long Yi's expression abruptly changed, cold sweat seeping from his temples.]

[With the Eldest Gentleman, the Demon Master, and Master Lotus Pond—three Grandmasters—standing before him, even in a one-on-one fight, he would only have a chance to flee for his life. Now that all three were here, he did not even have that chance.]

[Even if the three were seriously wounded now, if they joined forces, he likely had no path to survival left.]

[His instinct to survive made him turn his gaze toward Lu Hua, the celestial master of the Lu Clan who had come with him, his eyes carrying a trace of hope.]

[Seeing this, Lu Hua hurriedly raised both hands and waved them. Her tone was indifferent. "Long Yi, don't look at me. I simply won't make a move. Between us, I've already done all that duty and righteousness require."]

[Just then!]

[Master Lotus Pond suddenly looked toward a direction by the river, his brows faintly furrowing.]

[A barely perceptible aura was slowly emerging, quietly stepping out of the shadows.]

[The Demon Master also sensed something unusual, his brow tightly knit.]

[He had actually failed to sense this person's presence just now, and a trace of vigilance could not help rising in his heart.]

[From the shadows along the riverbank, a