Above Spirit Dragon Trench.
The wind raged like blades.
Xu Youxia turned the long saber in his hand.
Its blade aura swept out in a silver-white ribbon.
Two Fourth-Tier Flood Dragons failed to dodge in time and were cut in half at the waist.
Dragon blood sprayed. The two massive halves plunged into the sea, throwing up towering waves.
But before he could draw back his saber, a gray blur had already closed in.
The man in the conical hat, transformed from a Fifth Tier gray Flood Dragon, had somehow circled to his flank. His five fingers curled into claws, nails lengthening into hooks as he raked at Xu Youxia's face on a foul wind.
Xu Youxia's strike had carried through. Unable to defend in time, he could only twist aside.
The claw wind grazed his shoulder, tearing straight through his protective Blood Aura. Cloth shredded, flesh split open, and blood began to seep out.
"You're courting death!"
Xu Youxia roared and turned his wrist, ready to cut the gray Flood Dragon in two as well.
But just as the blade was about to fall, an exceedingly sharp presence surged up from below.
Alarm flared in his heart. He instinctively pulled back his saber and retreated.
Almost at the same instant, a streak of sword light skimmed past his blade and placed itself precisely between him and the gray Flood Dragon, forcing him back more than thirty feet.
Xu Youxia steadied himself and looked down at a fine crack in his saber. His pupils contracted sharply.
He slowly raised his head toward the swordsman who had stood in silence on the wreckage of the Flying Boat.
The man wore a gray-white sword robe. He was far from burly—thin, even—and the sword in his arms had never fully left its sheath,