Chapter 788 - 718: Suppressing the Flood Dragon

Chapter 788: Chapter 718: Suppressing the Flood Dragon

In the Black Swamp, a Black Flood Dragon lay in hiding. Its body wasn’t particularly large, but its aura was immense.

Tu Xiao’an watched it coldly, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. This clearly wasn’t the one he was looking for.

’He’d thought he found a king, but it turned out to be nothing more than a bronze-level grunt.’

It had spoken of a master.

’That must be the master of these War Relics.’

The fiend toying with Tu Xiao’an, the one who had cruelly slaughtered the War Gods who’d ventured inside.

It even toyed with them, treating High Rank War Gods from humanity’s official lists like they were nothing but amusing trinkets. This was, without a doubt, a truly heaven-defying boss.

As for the Black Flood Dragon before him?

Tu Xiao’an almost laughed. He cast his Conscious Insight: a Level 38 Demon Beast that claimed the Black Swamp as its territory.

’It was strong, no doubt, but that was all relative.’

"Where is the woman you impersonated? Tell me, and I might let you live," Tu Xiao’an said, his voice cold and flat. He wasn’t one for pleasantries.

’If it could impersonate Luo Ziyun, it must have seen her.’

The Black Flood Dragon flew into a rage at Tu Xiao’an’s arrogant words, its vicious gaze locking onto him. "KAKA! Such nerve! You’re nothing but a cultivated Snake Demon. I am a Flood Dragon! What makes you think you can kill me?"

Snake, Flood Dragon, Dragon—each a step up in prestige. But that was mythology. A fairytale, not reality.

For any Cultivated Creature in this world, bloodline represented Talent, but not absolute power.

You had to convert that Talent into actual strength first.

Ever since Tu Xiao’an had ascended to the Upper Rank, he no longer cared about "Flood Dragons" or "Dragons." If they were weak, they were nothing but overgrown worms to him.

"What makes me think so?" Tu Xiao’an gave a cold smirk and took a step forward. His Snake King aura crashed down, world-shaking and absolute. The very air filled with a cold, murderous intent.

Eh?

The Black Flood Dragon’s heart seized. The moment it felt that aura, an invisible force welled up from deep within it—an uncontrollable urge to fall to its knees and worship.

’It was absurd. Unreal.’

’How could this be? It was a Flood Dragon, a creature far nobler than a mere Snake.’

How could the aura of a mere Snake fill it with such terror?

Tu Xiao’an’s Snake King aura grew ever more intense. The very space above the Black Swamp roiled like a stormy sea, surging with tumultuous waves.

"Speak. Where is the woman you impersonated? Is she still alive?"

Tu Xiao’an’s eyes were glacial. With every step he took toward the Black Flood Dragon, the pressure from his aura intensified.

’A Flood Dragon? A joke. Even a true Dragon meant nothing in his presence.’

"Speak, now. My patience is wearing thin. Or maybe you should have your master come out and meet me."

"Hmph! The woman is already dead. And you want to see my master? As if a mere snake like you is worthy!"

As the Black Flood Dragon spoke, it secretly bit its tongue. Its opponent’s majestic aura was terrifying; it even seemed to carry a trace of Celestial Might.

It wanted to kneel. Even without legs, it wanted to prostrate itself in worship, and the impulse was growing stronger by the second.

However, the Black Flood Dragon knew it couldn’t cower. If it brought shame upon its master, its own life would be forfeit.

This was the War Relics—its territory. There was an old saying: even a mighty dragon can’t crush a local snake. And this thing before it was just a snake, yet it thought it could suppress a Flood Dragon?

"Stubborn fool. You’re courting death."

Tu Xiao’an’s patience had run out. He desperately needed to know if Luo Ziyun was safe.

Suddenly, his entire body was wreathed in black mist. He struck, unleashing his most mysterious and powerful ability: Dark Attribute Power.

Immediately after, a bizarre black hole materialized in front of the Black Flood Dragon. It generated a powerful suction, creating a scene like the arena of Asuras, filled with the terror of pure slaughter.

"Dark Devouring."

Tu Xiao’an’s bewitching eyes narrowed.

"What is this ability? What are you trying to do?"

The mighty Black Flood Dragon, already trembling in fear under Tu Xiao’an’s aura, felt a new terror as the black hole appeared. It was as if a pair of Formless hands were dragging it inside.

"Hmph. If I don’t make you suffer a little, you’ll never learn to be honest."

"Devour!" Tu Xiao’an had no time to waste.

This was just a minion; the real master was still hiding in the shadows.

The black hole instantly swelled, transforming into a vast, bloody maw that lunged toward the Black Flood Dragon.

The space itself fell into chaos.

"You want to devour me? It won’t be that easy!"

But the Black Flood Dragon was no pushover. Its Demon Beast aura erupted. Its jet-black body turned snow-white and scaleless, as if shedding its skin. It doubled in length, and its girth swelled massively.

Most shockingly, the sharp black horn on its head grew more prominent, now radiating a sharp, destructive light and energy. It seemed indestructible.

A pair of incredibly sharp white claws also sprouted from its underbelly.

This was the Black Flood Dragon’s combat form—the true appearance of a Flood Dragon.

The genuine article.

Hmm?

Tu Xiao’an’s eyes lit up. As the Black Flood Dragon entered its combat state, its Level had actually increased, reaching the combat power of Level 39.

It was likely no weaker than the Ghostly Wanderer King that Tu Xiao’an had encountered.

It was just that the Ghostly Wanderer King had died a miserable death, devoured by Tu Xiao’an before it could even unleash its full power.

As for this Flood Dragon, Tu Xiao’an currently had no intention of devouring it.

"How could I, a Flood Dragon, lose to a mere snake?!" The Black Flood Dragon was now Spiritual and Fierce. Its snow-white, scaleless body glowed brightly as its claws dug deep into the swamp, trying to keep from being swallowed by the black hole.

Even after entering its combat state, it was still defending, not counter-attacking.

This was a source of great frustration and humiliation for it.

"Frog in a well." Tu Xiao’an shot it a contemptuous look. The black mist around him boiled, and his entire visage became terrifying, like the Death God itself returned from Hell.

"Devour!"

A moment later, the Black Swamp was plunged into darkness, as if the sun and moon themselves had been extinguished.

ROAR!

The Black Flood Dragon roared in fury, watching in disbelief as its world went completely dark.

And then... the black hole swallowed it whole before vanishing without a trace.

A moment later, Tu Xiao’an was holding a tiny, slippery-white Flood Dragon in his hand.

It was no bigger than a slender snake.

Aside from its single horn and claws, it looked just like a small snake, but its form was exquisite and noble.

"How are you so strong? How can a being like you exist in the outside world?"

The tiny Flood Dragon, held in Tu Xiao’an’s grasp, was utterly shocked. It had been captured the moment it entered its combat form.

It was like seeing a ghost.

’Has the world changed so much? Can any random Snake Demon be this powerful?’

’It, a magnificent Flood Dragon in its full combat form, had been utterly powerless to even put up a fight.’

’This was too terrifying.’

’No wonder its master regarded him with such importance, treating him as an exception.’

"Little Flood Dragon, you’re in luck. You’re useful to me, so I won’t kill you or take your Beast Pill. Submit," Tu Xiao’an said, his cold gaze sweeping over it. The Flood Dragon trembled as his Consciousness Suppression enveloped it.

The Flood Dragon was aghast. "You want to subjugate me? I have a master! You’re dreaming!"

"Your master still hasn’t shown his face. He’s nothing but a coward. What’s the use of a master like that? You’d be better off with me."

’Tu Xiao’an knew nothing about these War Relics. He had to subjugate this native Flood Dragon to learn what was going on.’

’If he didn’t, it would never tell him the truth.’

AHHH!

As the Consciousness Suppression bore down, the snow-white Flood Dragon let out a miserable shriek.

"Master! Master, save me!"

The Flood Dragon began to cry out for help.

Tu Xiao’an’s eyes lit up. This was exactly what he wanted.

He would use this Flood Dragon to force its master to appear. And if the master didn’t show? That was fine, too. He would simply subjugate the Black Flood Dragon, and then it would have no choice but to tell him the truth.