Old Scores Settled, the Blood Flood Dragon Faced Alone

The Mystic Whale Gang's leader had thrown in his lot with the Lu Clan of Tianshui City many years ago. Back then, he had relied on them to defeat the Thirty-Six Waterways Alliance and dominate the Nine-Dragon River, becoming a formidable figure in Lan Prefecture.

The price was becoming the Lu Clan's vassal—their dog. He knew better than anyone how they operated. In today's battle, charging too far ahead would be a mistake.

No matter how loyal he appeared, he was still only a dog to the Lu Clan. They would never compensate him for any losses the Mystic Whale Gang suffered. But if he advanced too slowly, they would hold it against him and settle accounts with him later.

So moving neither too fast nor too slowly, hidden among the crowd, was his best choice.

But when the Mystic Whale Gang's leader looked up, he found Chen Yuan staring straight at him.

His heart went cold. He reassured himself that Chen Yuan could not be looking at him.

Plenty of warships were ahead of the Mystic Whale Gang's, including some belonging to the Lu Clan of Tianshui City. Why would Chen Yuan ignore them and target him? He had never even dealt with the Radiance Cult.

The Mystic Whale Gang's leader knew his own place.

His gang dominated the Nine-Dragon River and held one of Lan Prefecture's waterways to itself. That made it a local power.

But it could not compare with the Lu Clan of Tianshui City, the Misty Rain Alliance, or the Radiance Cult.

Even if he wanted to make an enemy of Chen Yuan, he would have had no way to do it. He must have been mistaken.

He had barely convinced himself when he saw Chen Yuan part the water beneath his feet and charge