Chapter 448 - 321: Mystical Salvation Technique, East Qiao Mountain!

Upon seeing this demon, the few people on the summit of East Qiao Mountain all turned their heads to look.

The young man in the crane cloak chuckled softly: "So it is the Thunder Flood Dragon, Fellow Daoist. Why aren’t you cultivating in Thunder Marsh and instead joined in on this excitement?"

"Haha, for the past few hundred years, I’ve been in closed-door cultivation, indifferent to such matters. But now, having been still for so long, it’s time to move around a bit!"

The nine-foot-tall man roared with laughter, his voice like thunder. In a flash, he appeared at the summit of East Qiao Mountain, looked at the Gua Daoist holding the Daoist Banner, and continued to inquire: "Gua Daoist’s Divination Technique is renowned throughout the Cloud Dream Marsh. Surely, the outcome of the Spirit Treasure Cliff has long been calculated?"

The Gua Daoist squinted his eyes without fear of the large man, showing his yellowed teeth and said with a quirky smile: "Divination is but a small path. If I could predict the entire world with one divination, why would I, this old Daoist, still be muddling around in this Great Marsh?"

But midway through his words, the old Daoist’s eyes shifted, and he extended his tattered Daoist Banner, pointing to the large man’s sleeve, and said: "However, Fellow Daoist Thunder Flood Dragon indeed has good fortune, already holding a Treasure Cliff Order, qualifying to share a piece of the pie!"

Upon saying this, all the eyes on the summit of East Qiao Mountain turned to look, and in the surrounding void, there were secret Divine Thoughts quietly probing.

"Boom!"

But the large man merely lifted his eyes, and blue scales appeared on his cheeks. A fierce thunderstorm enveloped his entire body, and all Divine Thoughts that touched it let out muffled grunts and retreated dejectedly.

"Fellow, hidden and faceless, dare you covet my Treasure Order?"

"If you have the courage, come and take it!"

The large man snorted coldly, then with a wave of his sleeve, a golden token engraved with countless cloud patterns, resembling a Qilin treading the void, hung in front of him, boldly displayed to everyone.

For a moment, around East Qiao Mountain, greedy gazes abounded, but no one dared to act rashly.

This large man, whose true form is a Thunder Flood Dragon that has cultivated for nine hundred years, possesses an exotic bloodline and is served by several Great Demons. Whether in personal strength or factional power, he remains a formidable presence in the absence of late-stage Golden Core cultivators and Great Demons.

Though everyone was covetous, this was only the first Treasure Cliff Order, so they temporarily suppressed their inner restlessness.

"Both blood veins on Fellow Daoist Thunder Flood Dragon’s Treasure Cliff Order have been refined. I wonder who the other fellow Daoist is?"

The bearded man looked at the two blood veins on the treasure order in the air, his eyes flashed, and he inquired further.

"Just an arrogant fellow!"

Thunder Flood Dragon smiled faintly, then waved his hand, and a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, a middle-aged man obscured in all five senses and utterly unconscious, was pulled out like a dead dog from a Qiankun Bag and displayed before everyone.

"This person somehow obtained a Treasure Order by luck and dared to make exorbitant demands to share the Spirit Treasure Cliff’s treasures with me. Captured by me, his five senses sealed, he stays by my side."

With both hands behind his back, Thunder Flood Dragon surveyed the crowd with a flamboyant demeanor.

Mid-stage Golden Core cultivators, in the outside world, are something to be revered. Even here in the Great Marsh, they could rule a region for centuries, yet now, tossed aside like a dead dog, Thunder Flood Dragon’s intimidation was evident.

At this moment, however, the old Daoist holding the Daoist Banner suddenly conjured a technique and lifted his gaze to an uninhabited void.

"Since you have come with a Treasure Order, why not reveal yourself?"

As soon as these words were spoken, innumerable Divine Thoughts surged forth, probing the void.

The bearded man and the young man in the crane cloak both widened their eyes and looked over.