At this moment, Elder Yinmang's face changed drastically. The flood dragon had been nurtured by him for many years, and once it died, he would suffer severe backlash.
But this sword...
In the depths of Elder Yinmang's heart, an unbeatable fear arose.
If he resisted, there would only be one outcome: death!
"Roar!"
The flood dragon, over ten meters long, roared angrily. It was a manifestation of the Yin Qi from Yinmang Mountain, nurtured for decades by Elder Yinmang to achieve its current form.
Now it was just one step away; once it reached Tier Four, it could rival a Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Human Race and truly possess a hint of growable spirituality.
Though it was a flood dragon, it possessed a natural arrogance.
Facing this sword that silenced countless people, as if it could cut through mountains and rivers, the Yin Qi flood dragon roared, its massive body rolling with Yin Qi, quickly gathering, and finally spewing out from its mouth!
