Dragon Palace Flood Dragon!

By the river.

Luo Chen watched several hundred Water Tribe members riding the waves into the distance, his gaze grave.

Behind him stood five hundred Demon Suppressing Guards, their bearing as fierce as tigers.

Xiao Xiuzhu arrived with a great spear strapped across his back.

The two of them were the highest commanders overseeing this Water Tribe incursion.

At this moment.

A month had passed since the Demon Suppression Bureau agreed to allow the White Dragon River Water Tribe into the territory.

Over that month, Water Tribe members had arrived from the White Dragon River every day, conducting a carpet search of this five-hundred-li stretch of tributary together.

Unfortunately, after going back and forth more than a dozen times, they had found nothing.

Even with the Demon Suppressing Guards keeping watch, such a massive Water Tribe incursion had greatly affected countless nearby commoners.

Most of the people who relied on this river to survive no longer had the chance to enter the water and fish, making their lives even harder.

One month later.

The Qingyuan City Demon Suppression Bureau officially ordered the White Dragon River Water Tribe to withdraw from the tributary.

Though Ao Yuan was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

At the junction between the White Dragon River's main channel and tributary.

There was a ten-kilometer-wide diversion.

On the shore.

Several hundred Demon Suppressing Guards watched countless Water Tribe members slip back into the White Dragon River.

"They will not accept this."

Xiao Xiuzhu pondered for a moment before stating it decisively.

Luo Chen agreed with him completely.

A month was enough time for the Demon Suppression Bureau to uncover some things.

According to the intelligence Shangguan Changyue had sent over.

The White Dragon River Dragon Palace had not lost some treasure.

Their target had always been that "traitor" himself.

This "traitor" must once have been an important figure within the White Dragon River Dragon Palace.

It was simply unknown why he had ended up in such a state.

Deep within the White Dragon River.

A great formation radiating a glazed luster covered the Crystal Palace within like an overturned bowl.

At the center of the Crystal Dragon Palace, the Glazed Gate, which seemed not to have stirred for thousands of years, slowly opened.

Immediately afterward.

An invisible ripple spread toward the waters in every direction, reaching the White Dragon River diversion in an instant.

Along the banks of the White Dragon River.

Luo Chen and the others instantly felt their hair stand on end as an immense pressure descended upon their hearts.

Some of the weaker Demon Suppressing Guards dropped to one knee at once. Others were crushed flat onto the ground by the sudden pressure.

It felt as though Luo Chen bore a towering mountain upon his shoulders.

His eyes locked onto the White Dragon River diversion ahead, and his pupils contracted.

Before them!

An invisible barrier rapidly unfolded along both banks.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had severed this twenty-li stretch of river from thin air.

The upstream waters crashed against the transparent barrier, stirring hundred-zhang waves, yet they could not advance another inch.

The tributary's water level, meanwhile, fell at a visible rate, exposing a riverbed that had seen daylight for the first time in thousands of years. Countless fish and shrimp leaped about in terror amid the mud.

Just as everyone was still stunned by this wondrous sight of a cut-off river.

Over a thousand dim blue points of light suddenly lit up beneath the upstream waters of the White Dragon River.

At first, they appeared in twos and threes, gathering at random. Soon, there were hundreds and thousands of them, like stars spread across the entire waterway.

They were over a thousand Water Tribe soldiers and generals of considerable strength.

Some were blue-faced, fanged monsters holding steel tridents, their black scales gleaming with an icy sheen beneath the water.

Others were Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals, clad in hard armor, their long spears standing like a forest.

The moment they emerged from the water, their shells and weapons struck together with crisp echoes.

As the thousand-plus Water Tribe members returned to the diversion.

Before Luo Chen and the others could recover their senses.

The Water Tribe army automatically split apart to either side.

A whirlpool swiftly formed in the water, and a colossal creature slowly twisted its body as it rose to the surface.

It was a Flood Dragon, its hundred-meter-long body like rolling black mountains.

Each of its scales was the size of a football, tightly interlocked with the next.

As the scales opened and closed, black lightning flickered faintly between them.

Its head resembled that of a giant python, with no dragon horns atop it. Fleshy whiskers like seaweed drifted from its lower jaw.

Its vertical pupils were abyss-deep black, devoid of the slightest warmth, containing only indifference.

Suppressed by its aura, Luo Chen and Xiao Xiuzhu both staggered back several steps before barely steadying themselves.

"Stronger than Divine Intent!"

Xiao Xiuzhu's expression turned ugly. He drew a deep breath and spoke while forcibly enduring the discomfort.

"Everyone, you already agreed to leave. What is the meaning of this?"

Behind him, Luo Chen stared fixedly at the hundred-meter Flood Dragon, a strange look in his eyes.

Of every Demonic Beast he had seen before, even the White Bone Great Sage had not shaken him as deeply as this Flood Dragon.

Because this was a true mythical creature.

[Ao Sheng (Dharma Form Realm): 1589/5000.]

The Six Martial Realms: Body Refinement, Mysterious Aperture, Divine Intent, Dharma Form, Nirvana, Forging the Dao...

This should be the offspring of that one from the Dragon Palace!

Luo Chen concluded inwardly, gaining some notion of that figure's true form as well.

Even if it was not a true dragon, it should at least be a Flood Dragon.

Above the severed river.

The hundred-meter Flood Dragon's body slowly shrank, transforming into a valiant young man clad in pitch-black armor and holding a long spear.

Ao Sheng held one hand behind his back, his cold gaze sweeping over the Demon Suppressing Guards on the shore.

"I have come under the orders of the White Dragon River Water Lord, my Father King, to apprehend the Dragon Palace traitor."

"The Qingyuan City Demon Suppression Bureau should cooperate!"

After Ao Sheng spoke, he did not even spare the people on the shore another glance.

Leading the vast Water Tribe army, he began searching the riverbed.

Luo Chen watched him leave without saying a word.

He could only smile bitterly.

What was there left to say?

The Dharma Form Realm was the highest realm he had ever encountered.

It was utterly beyond comparison to people like them.

"Damn it, I had long heard that Dragon Palace people were arrogant and overbearing!"

Only after Ao Sheng had gone far away did Xiao Xiuzhu curse quietly.

"We should hurry and send the intelligence back to Qingyuan City, then wait for the higher-ups to decide."

Luo Chen patted Xiao Xiuzhu's shoulder, consoling him.

He had not been discouraged in the slightest.

Nor did he share Xiao Xiuzhu's despairing helplessness.

Because he was confident that he would surpass this Flood Dragon sooner or later, so he did not feel much about it.

Xiao Xiuzhu calmed himself, and the two wrote down everything that had just happened.

They placed the intelligence inside a Messenger.

Then they began organizing the Demon Suppressing Guards. The nearby villages still needed to be settled.

But there was no need to rush.

Now that the tributary had been cut off, countless river shrimp and fish were flopping about on the riverbed.

The affected villagers might even make a fortune from this.

Luo Chen and Xiao Xiuzhu walked along the riverbank.

Suddenly.

A whim arose in Luo Chen's heart. Something on the riverbed seemed to be drawing him in.

The feeling came swiftly and vanished just as swiftly.

But Luo Chen did not believe it was an illusion!

He leaped down from his horse, his gaze fixed upon the various creatures jumping about in the riverbed mud.

He inspected them one after another.

The stream of information dazzled his eyes. Then, suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he casually returned to his horse.

Under Xiao Xiuzhu's puzzled gaze, he began to pick up speed.

"Brother Xiao, let's go quickly. We'll head back and wait for instructions."

Luo Chen spoke without turning his head as he rode away.

Yet his heart was churning like rivers and seas.

What had he just discovered?

Just as he secretly let out a breath of relief.

His shoulder suddenly sank. He glanced sideways, and his heart immediately leaped into his throat.

A palm-sized Green Turtle was quietly lying on his shoulder.

The turtle looked utterly ordinary. Its head was tucked in, its eyes closed, and the shell on its back was battered and broken, as though some sharp claws had torn it apart.

Yet the information floating above the turtle's head left him unable to relax.

[North Sea Profound Turtle (Nirvana, Third Transformation): 5600/19000.]

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