Three Flood Dragons Gather

Vast true qi poured into the blade.

BOOM—!!!

The river exploded.

Jiang Yuechu stamped her foot, blasting a hollow void in the water behind her.

Riding the terrifying recoil, she became a streak of silver-white light.

She ignored the water's resistance and crossed dozens of yards in an instant.

Her blade pointed straight at the Black Flood Dragon!

"You're courting death!!!"

The Black Flood Dragon flew into a rage.

It had never expected this mixed-blood mongrel to provoke it first, much less open with a killing blow.

ROAR—!!!

A deafening dragon's cry erupted in the dark river depths.

Then,

a dark-blue flash of cold light shot from its mouth.

Light as ice, thin as jade, its form was hard to discern; a foot of cold radiance seemed sharp enough to cleave the clouds.

The blade was translucent, its light as full as the moon.

The moment it appeared, the churning river water seemed to freeze.

It was as though the stars had been swept clean and the rivers and seas had begun to flow backward.

The Black Flood Dragon lowered its head slightly, gripping the blade in its jaws.

Using the current's force, it whipped its head around.

RUMBLE—!!!

Silt churned upward.

CLANG—!

The clash of metal pierced the heavy water and made their eardrums ache.

Jiang Yuechu felt her grip go numb.

An icy, domineering force surged back through the hilt.

She hurtled dozens of yards backward through the water, her feet treading empty space and bursting a string of bubbles before she barely steadied herself.

As for the Black Flood Dragon,

the recoil had flipped its enormous body over. It rolled several times through the water, clamping the Dark-Blue Long Saber firmly in its jaws, the ferocity in its eyes burning brighter.

They were... evenly matched!

Jiang Yuechu