Subduing the Carp Demon

With no one else to disturb him, Fu Henghua focused on dealing with the Softshell Dragon King.

The formations and curse techniques that had once required cultivators from an entire region to operate together could now be condensed and manifested by Fu Henghua alone.

Purple qi resembled a star arrow, locking firmly onto the Softshell Dragon King.

He could feel that his Celestial Dragon Dao Fruit had been targeted.

This arrow could pierce through his Dao Fruit and strip away his undying body!

"Wait... Let's sit down and talk this over slowly. I'm of the Dragon Clan, not the Demon Race. This time, I merely happened to be here..."

Fu Henghua remained silent, devoting all his strength to controlling the curse technique as the star arrow slowly shifted its direction.

"Ah—"

Suddenly, an inexplicable mist of water wrapped around the Softshell Dragon King from every direction and swiftly fished him out of the star formation.

Heng Hua raised a brow. After searching about with his gaze, he looked toward the southeast.

The Dragon King who had acted in secret smiled bitterly to himself.

He was the Dragon King of the nearby waters. He knew Fu Henghua's background and understood the threat posed by this move. Yet, bound by the sentiments of their shared clan, he could not help but intervene.

And with that intervention, he had dragged trouble onto himself.

Seeing that Fu Henghua was calculating his origins, the Dragon King hurriedly sent over a heavenly treasure.

Waterlight carried a brocade box and set it down before Fu Henghua.

"This piece of Breath Soil was obtained by me in the Nine Netherworlds. You cultivate Creation, so it will be of greater use to you than to me."

Heng Hua did not accept it. He continued staring in the direction from