Only the River Raged On, Still Flowing East

The river wind smelled rank and damp.

Her long black hair clung wetly to her cheeks, and droplets slid down her fair neck into her collar. It was decidedly uncomfortable.

But even after she had wrung out her hair, the three of them were still standing there, stunned.

"What are you staring at? I can't take this head back to Longyou. Do you want it?"

"Yes! Of course we do!"

Old Zhang snapped out of it with a yell and scrambled over.

He did not mind the filth. He threw himself onto the flood dragon's head, gazing at it more fondly than he would his own wife. "This is the head of a Great Demon at Perfect Core Formation!"

As he spoke, he tried to lift it.

"Up!"

Old Zhang's face turned red, the veins in his neck bulging as he put every last ounce of strength into it.

The head did not budge.

Such weight...

What a fearsome head for a demon at Perfect Core Formation.

More terrifying still was this:

She had brought something so heavy up from the riverbed!

Just how monstrous was that girl's strength?

Jiang Yuechu glanced at him without any intention of helping. "Don't waste your strength. Get a few people to carry it."

Old Zhang let go awkwardly and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Miss Jiang, what divine strength you have. Divine strength."

By then, the Demon-Suppression Guards in the stronghold had finally mustered the courage to come over.

The earlier, world-shaking commotion had frightened them badly.

Now the wind and waves had calmed, and the Qiang River Dragon King, who had once stirred them up, had been reduced to a single head. Their eyes nearly popped out.

"Dead... It's really dead..."

"That was a Great Demon at Core Formation..."

Someone could