Thunder Flood Dragon True Lord had originally thought that since Qing Chen would temporarily rein in his killing intent because of [Mount Sumeru], he would also hesitate to strike for fear of the Spirit Transformation Venerables he had mentioned.
But he soon discovered that he was wrong-profoundly wrong.
Thunder Flood Dragon True Lord's expression stiffened. A trace of panic finally surfaced deep in his eyes, and he tried to say something more.
But Qing Chen was no longer interested in listening.
"Finished?" As those words fell, he slowly spread his fingers, then abruptly clenched them.
The Primordial Magnetism Divine Boat, cultivated to great achievement and suspended in midair, shook with a thunderous crash. Dozens of azure-black streams of Primal Magnetism Divine Light poured from its underside like a celestial river cascading backward, bearing straight down on the Thunder Flood Dragon's battered body.
The moment that terrifying power, which distorted the five elements and locked down his aura, descended, the remaining power around the Thunder Flood Dragon seemed to be pressed into a mire. With several sharp cracks, it all dimmed.
Meanwhile, the Blood River God-Slaying Spear had become a streak of blood moving at extreme speed, shooting from Qing Chen's palm straight through the Thunder Flood Dragon's chest.
The Thunder Flood Dragon threw back his head and roared. An indestructible body cultivator's vitality was far too tenacious. His flood dragon blood boiled and burned, erupting like rolling thunder, as though he meant to make a desperate last stand.
The space behind him twisted violently, and a Thunder Flood Dragon Phantom, reduced to less than half its former size, painstakingly took shape.
"Roar!" A flood dragon's cry resounded across sea and sky.
But the Thunder Flood Dragon Phantom had barely formed before the Primal Magnetism Divine Light pinned it firmly in