"Boom!"
In a district of blood-red buildings, a colossal creature fell from the sky, shaking the earth and rocking the high-rises.
An enormous crater appeared in the street, with a Flood Dragon over three hundred meters long inside it.
Its pitch-black scales were as sinister as hell, and its eyes held the sun and moon, wondrous beyond compare.
But right now, it was in a sorry state, covered in blood and wounds of every size, along with several gashes that would not heal. A spear pierced its abdomen, and blood flowed without stopping.
"Fuck! Those two bastards!"
The Flood Dragon opened its mouth and immediately let loose a string of choice curses. "Goddamn you! Once I find my dad, I'll make you pay!"
"And my dad, seriously, who knows where he's gone off to enjoy himself? His son's out here all alone, getting bullied, and he doesn't even care..."
Cursing all the while, it twisted its enormous body and struggled desperately to rise, trying to take to the air.
Just then, there was a whoosh.
A long sword gleaming with cold light sliced through the air and planted itself firmly in the ground ahead, its lingering force producing a piercing metallic ring.
"Vile beast!"
"Where do you think you're running?"
A white-robed figure appeared ahead. He was a middle-aged man with a face as fine as polished jade and a tall, straight bearing, standing in midair with his robes fluttering.
He exuded a restrained sharpness, like a sheathed sword that would become unstoppable the moment it was drawn!
At the sight of him, Tie Zhu's draconic face darkened.
"You caught up already?"
"Zhao Qingcheng, fuck your ancestors! Didn't you claim that if your first strike failed, you'd never strike a second time? How many of your strikes has your grandpa