The Demon Ancestors.
A special group.
They were beings on par with those at Nine Awakenings.
The Two-Headed Flood Dragon's fearsome reputation, in particular, resounded throughout the world.
It was also the only Demon Ancestor with a recorded Massacre of a City.
Now, his appearance left everyone aboard drenched in cold sweat.
No one knew whether it would suddenly attack.
The White Flood Dragon studied Old Ninth for a while, a trace of disappointment appearing on its face.
"You've completely absorbed our Dragon Horns."
Once the Dragon Horns had been absorbed, removing them was impossible.
Those two Dragon Horns were the key to their transformation into dragons, and now Old Ninth had completely taken that opportunity away.
The Black Flood Dragon swung its enormous head in fury, crushing half the cruise ship to pieces.
"Human, you deserve to die."
"Have you decided how you want to die?"
Its lantern-sized eyes wide open, the Black Flood Dragon slowly approached Old Ninth.
Old Ninth pushed its head away in disgust. "Buddy, if you're going to kill me, I'm calling for backup."
"White Garment? He's too far away."
The Two-Headed Flood Dragon let out a sinister laugh and raised its heads arrogantly. "No one can save you now."
Boom!
It suddenly opened its gaping maw.
Black slime sprayed into the sea.
The blue sea instantly turned into black, lifeless water.
A foul stench spread across the surface.
"Don't even think about escaping. My venom covers the sea. Touch it and you die."
The Black Flood Dragon gave a wicked smile and threatened, "Human, kill yourself. If I'm in a good mood, perhaps I'll spare your friends."
Little White Tiger strode forward imposingly, shielding Old Ninth behind him.
After a moment's hesitation, Sikong took out Eight Directions.
The other brothers gathered around Old Ninth