A jet-black sword flash vanished in an instant, plunging into the Flood Dragon King's right eye and piercing straight into its skull.
The Flood Dragon King's dark-gold left eye immediately dimmed, turning utterly ashen.
Boom!
The Flood Dragon King's body smashed through several mountains, then plowed a trench dozens of miles long across the ground before finally coming to a stop, buried hundreds of zhang beneath the earth.
Four figures suddenly appeared, hovering above the Flood Dragon King as they stared intently at its now lifeless body.
They were, naturally, Song Wen, Yuan Rong, Feng Zhongli, and Xuan Li, who remained deeply unconscious.
With a wave of his hand, Song Wen sent nine streams of pitch-black corpse qi shooting out like chains and burrowing into the Flood Dragon King's skull.
The next instant, the corpse qi chains emerged from the Flood Dragon King's skull once more.
But the ends of the nine corpse qi chains were wrapped around the Flood Dragon King's soul, binding it tightly.
"The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit. Flood Dragon King, your physical body has now perished, leaving only this demon soul. Honestly reveal every secret concerning the 'True Dragon Spirit,' and perhaps we can let bygones be bygones and grant you a chance at reincarnation," Song Wen said.
The Flood Dragon King's demon soul was not nearly as enormous as its physical body, measuring only a little over one zhang long.
Its gaze swept viciously over the group, its tone filled with disdain and a trace of unwillingness.
"You ants dare covet the 'True Dragon Spirit'? What a fool's dream!"
"Flood Dragon King, I advise you not to mistake kindness for weakness. We humans have no shortage of methods for tormenting souls."
Feng Zhongli stepped forward, her voice icy.
She raised her fan-sized