The Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword failed to pierce the Flood Dragon King's smooth, gleaming back as Song Wen had hoped.
A wall of solid ice stood in its way.
The ice had been hastily condensed by the Flood Dragon King, covering most of its back.
Yet the solid ice could not withstand the sharpness of the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword. The instant the sword tip touched it, countless cracks burst across the icy surface before it suddenly shattered.
However, Song Wen's attack was also stalled for a moment.
Seizing the opportunity, the Flood Dragon King's body abruptly rolled over, turning upward.
Then it swung its dragon tail, which swept toward Song Wen like a colossal pillar.
Song Wen swung his short sword and cleaved down with all his strength.
"Bang!"
After a dull collision, Song Wen felt as though a mountain had struck him. Man and sword alike were sent flying.
Had he not condensed Five Decays Yellow Springs Qi around his body in advance, he would likely have needed to use the Death-Substitute Puppet to escape this calamity.
But if that had happened, Xuan Li, whom he was dragging behind him, would have perished like a flower fading in fragrance.
Song Wen forcibly suppressed the churning blood and Qi within him. Casting a wary glance at the Flood Dragon King, he made no attempt to steady himself. Instead, he borrowed the force of the impact and rapidly retreated.
Although the Flood Dragon King no longer had scales protecting its body, its physical strength was at least twice what it had been before, and the demonic essence within it seemed even more abundant.
The Flood Dragon King had not received the sword strike without paying a price.
A wound several zhang long had opened in its flesh.
But the Flood