Three breaths later, the river of blood vanished. The solar stars that had approached the Ten Cold Ancient Land were rapidly receding, and the Flood Dragon Sage was nowhere to be seen.
Fang Yun, however, saw that the Flood Dragon Sage's entire body had been ground to pieces. Using his final life-saving technique, Blood Drop Myriad Transformations, he had fled to some unknown destination.
Far, far from the Ten Cold Ancient Land, a drop of blood shaped like a Flood Dragon flew through the starry void, drawing ever farther away.
Anyone who approached would have felt the powerful aura contained within that drop of blood and heard its roars.
"Fang Yun! I, Ao Zhou, cannot coexist with you under the same sky! You destroyed my Saint Body, and who knows how many years it will take to form it again! This feud will not end until one of us is dead!"
"Once I slowly recover my strength and return to Sainthood, I will kill you at any cost! Not even the Human Race's sages will be able to stop me from ambushing you! I will slaughter your entire household, sever your bloodline, and condemn you to an eternal hell of fire through every lifetime!"
"With the Starfire Armillary Mirror lost, who knows when I can return to the Saint Origin Continent? Even having a Star Path is useless! Damn it! Once I return to the Saint Origin Continent, I will reveal this Star Path and bring the Demon Realm's sages to the gates of the Ten Cold Ancient Land!"
"I will kill you! I swear I will kill you!"
"When I return to the Saint Origin Continent, the waters of the Yangtze River will drown the Jing Kingdom!"
"Fang Yun..."
The defeated dog's howls rolled endlessly through the starry void.