Swallowing the Flood Dragon

The river water was murky.

Yue Huaiyuan carried his Black-Gold Long Spear and slowly swam back with the current's buoyancy.

The Black Flood Dragon's enormous corpse floated motionless in the water. Blood still gushed from it, staining a vast stretch of the river red.

Dead.

It was truly dead.

The Yuhang general took in the scene before him, his gaze finally settling on the silver-white figure.

The young woman held the Black-Sinking Long Saber. Slender as she was, she looked especially small before the mountain of a corpse.

Yet that tiny body held the power to slay a dragon.

Yue Huaiyuan felt not a shred of joy. Instead, an indescribable bitterness rose within him.

If only...

If only Great Tang's older generation had shown a little more backbone.

Then a seventeen-year-old girl wouldn't have had to shoulder such a heavy burden.

He sighed inwardly and put away his spear.

He swam to Jiang Yuechu's side, pointed at the murky surface above, then at the Black Flood Dragon's huge corpse beside them.

Then he waved a hand.

His eyes were grave, carrying a warning.

His meaning was clear.

The beast was dead, but its corpse was a terrible problem.

She must not even think of taking it to the imperial court to claim credit.

Best to destroy the evidence and treat it as though the beast had disappeared.

Jiang Yuechu understood his look.

Far from feeling aggrieved, she smiled faintly.

Just what I had in mind.

Jiang Yuechu gave a slight nod to show she understood.

Then.

Before Yue Huaiyuan's astonished eyes.

The young woman parted her lips and drew a mighty breath toward the enormous corpse.

Bzz—!!!

The strange warmth in her belly began to turn at once.

In the blink of an eye.

The mountain of flesh that had