Three-Headed Evil Flood Dragon's Pursuit

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon in the deep sea was suddenly awakened by Zhunti's dharma power. Its blood-red eyes flew open, and its massive body shot toward the surface like a sharp sword.

Meanwhile, Yao Ji was still playing on the lake, utterly unaware of anything.

Zhunti watched the innocent Yao Ji with a smile at the corners of his lips. "Play, play. In a little while, I'll make you even happier!"

"Who dares disturb this king's sleep!"

Ten-thousand-foot waves suddenly surged across the tranquil sea, accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Who are you?"

When Yao Ji saw the Three-Headed Flood Dragon—its entire body pitch-black, its dark scales gleaming with a cold light beneath the sun, three heads looming above her—her little face turned deathly pale.

As a pampered little princess, when had she ever witnessed such a scene?

"You beast, how dare you act so wildly! Do you know who stands before you? She is Princess Yao Ji, sister of Haotian, the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court! Leave now, and this matter will end here. Otherwise, await the divine punishment of the Heavenly Court!"

Daoist Youlian rushed before Yao Ji and shielded her behind him. Pointing at the Three-Headed Flood Dragon, he shouted his rebuke.

His face was full of arrogance, without the slightest trace of fear.

"The Heavenly Court's eldest princess?"

Upon hearing Daoist Youlian's words, a flash of doubt passed through the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's crimson eyes.

The Heavenly Court was not something to be trifled with!

It could not help but feel the urge to retreat. It was only a Daluo Golden Immortal. Although a Golden Immortal was shouting at it, it did not care in the slightest. No matter how important face was, could it be more important than one's life?

Seeing the Three-Headed Flood