Spirit Dragon Trench.
When Ji Yuan descended from the clouds.
Xu Youxia was sitting cross-legged atop a section of flying boat wreckage, tilting his head back as he poured a jade-green medicinal liquid down his throat.
The sword wounds on his body had not healed, and countless tiny strands of Sword Qi still ravaged the wounds.
Clearly, the Cross Sword Lineage's sword arts were not so simple.
But after catching his breath for a while, his complexion looked much better than before.
At least there was some color in his face.
"Junior Brother!"
Seeing Ji Yuan return, Xu Youxia put the medicine bottle into his Storage Bag, rose to his feet, and went to meet him.
He looked Ji Yuan over from head to toe, then lowered his voice and asked, "What did Master say to you?"
Before Ji Yuan could answer, Xu Youxia's gaze had already passed over him and fallen upon the sea below, where flood dragon corpses floated everywhere.
It was not only him. Ji Yuan's gaze was also drawn there against his will.
Spirit Dragon Trench had completely changed beyond recognition.
The natural sea trench that had stretched for dozens of miles had been obliterated by Partridge Whistle's departing stomp. Across these waters floated the densely packed corpses of more than a hundred flood dragons, large and small, their scales gleaming beneath the seawater.
The three most conspicuous ones stood among them.
They were the largest, each measuring two or three hundred zhang from head to tail.
Even in death, their bodies still radiated a heart-palpitating pressure.
That was the aura of Fifth-Order Flood Dragons, existences equivalent to Human Race cultivators at the Spirit Transformation Stage.
One of them was covered from head to toe in gray-white scales. It was the gray flood dragon Xu Youxia