A second demon lord slain in Tangkou Township!

The temple was completely silent.

His purpose in coming ashore this time was partly to find some work for the Demon Suppression Division, and partly to investigate this matter.

Looking at this human statue now, he could no longer suppress his anger.

The man walked slowly toward the crowd, his gaze settling on an old man.

"Who killed him?"

The old man trembled, but dared not answer.

The man then looked at the woman beside him. "Is this the River God you worship?"

The woman kept her head down, her fingers clenching the hem of her clothes, her expression filled with panic.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Flood Dragon Lord understood the answer.

"It seems I guessed right." His smile grew even more sinister, "He killed my third brother, and yet you've erected a stone statue of him here?"

"It seems you've forgotten whose territory the Canglan River truly is!"

Who is it that blesses you with bountiful harvests year after year!?

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the stone statue holding a knife, standing on a dragon.

But he found that the stone statue was looking at him indifferently, with a solemn and imposing expression, as if it really had some divinity.

"Ha... Since that's the case, I'll devour you all one by one right in front of him today."

"I'd like to see if this stone you've been worshipping can truly protect you."

The man randomly selected a young woman, raised his right hand, and lifted her into the air from several feet away.

The woman's feet left the ground, and she let out a terrified sob.

"Look carefully, the River God you worship cannot save you."

The next moment, his arm suddenly felt slightly cool.

Laugh!

Blood splattered.

The raised arm was severed at the elbow, the severed arm crashing to the ground, crimson demonic blood slowly flowing along the cracks in the bricks, and the force gripping the woman suddenly dissipated.

The man looked down at his severed arm, momentarily stunned.

The cut was so fast that he didn't even have time to feel the pain before his arm hit the ground.

He turned around abruptly.

In the shadows beside the River God Temple, a black cloak, like swirling shadows, came into view, followed by a familiar yet unfamiliar young face.

He carried a long spear on his back and held a dark blade in one hand, staring at me with Orthodox God indifferent expression.

It's you!?

Flood Dragon Lord's eyes were cold as he sensed a familiar bloodline aura from Yang Xiao.

He stared at Yang Xiao, gritting his teeth. "My third brother, it really was you who killed him."

Yang Xiao slowly said, "Not only."

He killed Third Lord Jiao, he killed the Little Dragon King, and he also killed the newborn half-dragon, and even the Flood Dragon Demon who once Guanlan River.

He killed more than one Waterfolk from the Canglan River.

Despite losing an arm, the Flood Dragon Lord showed no sign of retreating; instead, he stared intently at Yang Xiao.

"You killed my third brother and destroyed the bloodline of the Canglan River."

"Today, I will chew your bones to pieces, inch by inch, and then make everyone in this temple pay with their lives."

The next moment, a huge azure dragon phantom appeared behind the man.

Its entire body is formed from condensed water vapor, with distinct scales and claws, and slender whiskers fluttering in mid-air.

Its enormous body hovered above the River God Temple, looking down at the people inside.

The moment that oppressive force descended, the offering table shattered with a crash, the incense burner overturned, and the unburnt incense scattered all over the ground.

The next moment, the azure dragon raised its head and crashed into the roof of the main hall.

Boom--!

The tiles and wooden beams exploded simultaneously, and the entire roof was forcefully pierced through by it.

Wind and rain swept broken tiles into the hall, and the phantom of a blue dragon spiraled upwards, then peered down from the broken roof, its cold gaze sweeping over the crowd.

The people screamed and huddled together, forgetting even to run away.

However, many people glanced at the young man in the corner with a mixture of apprehension and awe.

"Did you see that?"

The Flood Dragon Lord didn't seem to care much, and sneered, "The so-called River God god you worship is nothing special. But I, this lord, can show you with my own eyes what divine power is!"

The illusory image of a blue dragon in the sky suddenly opened its mouth.

A stream of water vapor poured out of its mouth, condensing into a thick column that slammed directly into Yang Xiao's face.

Yang Xiao pushed off with his feet, his body shooting out towards the column of water.

The water jet struck his shoulder and back, then exploded with a bang.

The remaining waves crashed in all directions, instantly destroying the interior of the River God Temple.

Yang Xiao met the impact head-on, shattering the bricks beneath his feet, and in an instant, he was in front of the Flood Dragon Lord on the ground.

The Flood Dragon Lord's expression changed slightly. He raised his only remaining arm, and his five fingers transformed into azure Flood Dragon Claw, grabbing towards Yang Xiao's chest.

Yang Xiao dodged the claw's edge by sidestepping, and gripped the Flood Dragon Lord's wrist bone with his left hand, his five fingers suddenly tightening.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

The mocking smile on Flood Dragon Lord's face froze, then turned into shock and anger.

Just as he was about to unleash his Demon Power to shake Yang Xiao away, Yang Xiao punched him in the chest, sending him flying dozens of feet away.

At the same time, the illusory azure dragon in the sky swooped down, its giant claws striking down at Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao raised his arm, Flood Dragon Claw formed from water vapor slammed into him. The violent water flow spread out along his robes, and the stone bricks under his feet crumbled layer by layer.

His shoulders slumped slightly, yet he stood firmly.

Before the illusory azure dragon could retract its claws, Yang Xiao had already drawn his Army-Breaking Spear and slammed it into the latter, smashing half of its body apart!

The enormous body of the Azure Dragon phantom began to disintegrate.

The moisture clinging to the rooftop fell in wisps, landing inside the temple and turning into cold water droplets.

Yang Xiao pressed closer, slamming his knee into the abdomen of the ground-dwelling Flood Dragon Lord, and gripping his neck with his right hand, forcing him into the shattered blue bricks.

The Flood Dragon Lord struggled to unleash his Demon Power, his body churning with moisture as he tried to escape from Yang Xiao's grasp.

Yang Xiao's arm tightened, his five fingers locking his throat like an iron hoop.

No matter how much the Flood Dragon Lord struggled, that hand did not loosen its grip even slightly.

"You..." The Flood Dragon Lord's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was squeezed out from his throat, "Who exactly are you?"

Yang Xiao did not answer.

He raised his knee and struck again, Flood Dragon Lord's sternum caved in with a resounding crash, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

The Flood Dragon Lord finally revealed a look of fear.

His physique was far inferior to Yang Xiao's; in close combat, his Demon Power was suppressed before he could even fully circulate.

His previous haughty demeanor has now turned into a pathetic state of being pinned down among the bricks and stones.

"Let me go!" he hissed. "My older brother won't let you get away with this!"

Yang Xiao looked down at him, his expression unchanged.

"Then let him come."

The Army-Breaking Spear fell from Yang Xiao's hand, piercing through Flood Dragon Lord's chest and instantly destroying his heart.

With his other hand, he casually took the Flood Dragon Core.

The Flood Dragon Lord's body trembled violently, his aura rapidly weakened, and his previous imposing presence vanished in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, a huge azure dragon corpse lay across the front of the River God Temple.

River God Temple, all that could be heard was the suppressed breathing of the people.

Yang Xiao hoisted the corpse of the Flood Dragon Lord onto his shoulder and was about to leave.

Only then did everyone come to their senses.

The woman who had been captured by the Flood Dragon Lord trembled and knelt on the ground. The old man looked at the broken temple, then at the well-preserved stone statue in the center of the main hall, and suddenly his knees buckled and he knelt down.

"The River God has appeared..."

A trembling whisper spread through the crowd.

The people knelt down in worship, some weeping and kowtowing, others clasping their hands together in prayer.

Yang Xiao glanced at his own statue in the temple with a strange look in his eyes, but he didn't correct them. He simply carried the dragon's corpse out and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

The people of Tangkou Township remained kneeling until the footsteps outside the temple had completely faded away before they dared to make any move.

They immediately rushed towards the statues in the temple with faces full of joy.

They scrambled to kowtow, reciting prayers that were difficult to understand...