[No More Spaceflight] How is it impossible! With the High God, anything is possible!
[No Food Deliveries] I bet a pack of spicy strips! The High God will still settle it with one slap!
[I Am Ying Zheng]: Nothing is impossible for the High God.
The Flood Dragon's enormous jaws were already upon him. Chen Hao reached out, not to slap it, but to brace his hand against its forehead.
One hand. One man. Stopping a Flood Dragon over a hundred meters long.
The Flood Dragon stopped dead. Its pupils contracted sharply, its eyes full of disbelief. It was as though it had slammed into an invisible wall.
Its four claws gouged deep trenches in the ground, and its tail lashed cracks into the rock wall, but its head would not budge.
It twisted wildly, all four claws scratching frantically, yet it could not break free of Chen Hao's palm. His hand clamped onto its forehead like an iron vise, utterly motionless.
Then Chen Hao grabbed a horn on its head. As though lifting a chick, he hoisted the Flood Dragon off the ground. He raised its hundred-meter-long body above his head, where it flailed through the air like a fish on a hook.
The women and the livestream viewers were dumbstruck.
Chen Hao flung the Flood Dragon aside. Its body traced an arc through the air and slammed into the rock wall. The entire cavern shook. Rocks fell from the ceiling, hitting the ground with heavy crashes.
The Flood Dragon fell into the underground river, throwing up spray over ten meters high.
The women felt as though they were in an earthquake and had to brace themselves against the rock wall to stay upright.
The underground river churned for a long while before settling down. The Flood Dragon slowly