Dragon King's Arrival

Qiang River, riverbed.

In a bottomless cavern.

Crack... crack...

A massive White Flood Dragon coiled in the center of the cavern, tearing into a blood-soaked corpse.

It swallowed the last scraps of flesh, then extended its enormous tongue and licked the blood from the corner of its mouth.

Still not enough.

This little bit of blood and flesh was no more than a drop in the bucket for its injuries.

The White Flood Dragon raised its head, a trace of irritation flashing through its cold, vertical pupils.

The clan had already sent word here: Xu'er was dead, and the murderer was in Liangzhou.

Rage churned in its heart, but what followed was a wave of helplessness.

Its injuries were recovering far too slowly...

It had to recover most of its injuries before the end of this year.

Otherwise, if the murderer escaped, where would it go to seek revenge?

Looks like it would have to eat more.

The White Flood Dragon silently calculated.

It was just that... that old thing Guan Youlong...

It hesitated.

It had promised him before that it would eat only two people each month.

Now, it was the one to break the rules first.

Forget it.

The White Flood Dragon flicked its tail, stirring up a dark current.

It had to go inform him, at least.

At worst, after he returned from taking his revenge, it could eat one fewer person each month to make up for this year's shortfall.

Surely an old fool on the verge of death would not dare say much.

As Gu Changge's voice faded, it was as though the last shred of spirit had been drained from Guan Youlong.

He staggered back two steps. The iron chains on his body clattered loudly, and he slammed heavily against the wall behind