Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 617 9: Eating Dragon Meat, Drinking Dragon Blood, Heroes Take Their Share

The flood dragon enters the sea, like a flood peak passing through.

At this moment, whether the ink flood dragon can safely enter the great rivers and seas depends entirely on the force of this flood peak. There is a phrase called 'stirring up winds and waves,' which is exactly what the ink flood dragon is doing now. If it cannot swiftly escape into the great rivers and seas, it won't even have a chance to touch the estuary.

Figures advance with the flood, and all the black snakes used to attract attention are slain. Amidst the murky mountain floods, the silhouette of the ink flood dragon can be vaguely discerned.

With horns, scales, and residual feet, it churns in the flood like a soaring serpent.

The floodwaters rage.

The villages downstream of Tang Mountain are instantly submerged. How can the houses of this era withstand the scour of the floods? The mountain floods erupt, and mudslides pour, leveling the entire village. Although righteous individuals informed villagers to evacuate in advance, some elderly refused to leave, panicking only when disaster struck, disappearing along with their homes in an instant.

Human villages and towns are mostly built along water sources. As the ink flood dragon seeks to transform into a dragon, the waterways of the entire province will suffer.

A long cry resounds.

Atop the waves, a figure strides upon the tide. His figure is hunched, arms longer than his knees, holding a three-foot cyan blade, the sword energy rampaging. This hunched elder fishes a child from the floods, disregarding that the child's parents have been swallowed by the waters. With a soft force from his palm, he throws the child over ten zhang away.

Lu Shanjun's figure halts, taking a deep breath. His qinggong is not proficient, yet with barbaric power, he throws a beam of the house, then leaps onto the beam, narrowly catching the child.

If it were others, he would not care, but as the Ape is saving people, he must assist, thus fulfilling a favor.

The child is dumbfounded by Lu Shanjun's appearance.

Lu Shanjun is indifferent, placing the child in a safe spot, then once again gathers his True Qi, sprinting. Not far beside him is a charming and alluring beauty in palace attire, watching Lu Shanjun's back with surprise, secretly pondering, "Does Lu Shanjun actually have ties with the Ape?"

At this moment, she speaks, "Ahead is a Suspension Sword Bridge, which can block it for a distance."

Upon hearing the words of the palace-clad beauty, a man dressed as a Daoist instantly performs magic formulas, casting the Thousand-mile Swift Movement technique, seemingly shortening distance, running ahead of the flood peak. Only those with long-lasting breath, abundant true Qi, and extraordinary bodily skills can reach so far.

Split Shadow Sword.

Atop the flood peak, a young Daoist walks with the wind. Although the martial world is filled with diverse individuals cultivating Wind Master charms, those who can walk short distances with the wind are rare. The longsword behind him manifests traces of residual shadows; fierce sword energy tears through the flood peak, trying to block the flood dragon.

Once the flood peak passes, if the flood dragon cannot leverage the waters, it becomes a dragon in shallow ponds, utterly at their disposal.

Flood dragons are not true dragons; without favorable timing and geographical advantage, they remain as serpents.

As for human factors, there's no need to ponder, as the ink flood dragon seeks to transform by 'walking the waters,' stirring winds and waves; many desire its demise.

Suspension Sword Bridge.

At the place where the mountain flood passes, a hundred-year-old ancient bridge spans the ravine, with a sword suspended beneath, through countless ages, the sword body pitch-black, seemingly soaked in fresh blood, fused into metal, making the ink flood dragon tense at the sight of the Suspension Sword Bridge. Suddenly, it spits out its Demon Core, stirring wind and rain, waves surging, and storms arising; at once, the flood peak rises several zhang, intent on directly toppling the bridge.

"Haha!"

"Well come!"

Upon the bridge, a burly man drinks heartily, holding a plump duck, feasting with oil dripping from his mouth. Seeing the approaching flood peak, he laughs mightily, an exceptional exuberance, his wine pot shatters, the wine ignited by True Qi, like a consolidated flame, held dominantly in his palm.

"Demonic creature!"

"Assist me in comprehending the Dragon Transformation Palm!"

In this world, two paramount fiery pure Yang palm techniques exist: the Dragon Subduing Palm and the Dragon Transformation Palm. These two factions fiercely contend with each other, unable to resolve who prevails.

Boom!

True Qi rampages; the burly man strikes with palm force, transforming wine into a fire dragon, causing the Wind Master Daoist to avoid awkwardly; if touched, ordinary fire is irrelevant, but the opponent's blazing sun true Qi is genuinely fatal.

The ink flood dragon's figure surfaces atop the flood peak, as the flood peak serves as its steed. Its figure rises into the air, the first time revealing itself, using residual claws against the fire dragon, surrounding mists gathering, converging into waves crashing upon banks.

Earth trembles, mountains shake.

When these two collide, it seems explosive; steam ascends, even the flood peak sinks.

"Try my Dragon Capturing Skill!"

The fierce man suffers a hidden loss, knowing he cannot match the flood dragon in brute force, forms a claw with five fingers, unleashing suction, intending to capture it out of the flood peak.

Once distanced from the flood peak, the ink flood dragon will seem like a rider losing his horse.

Yet the ink flood dragon's size is too massive; it can't be absorbed, the Dragon Capturing Skill falls far short. As the flood peak passes, the ink flood dragon desperately evades, still issuing a mournful wail; atop the Suspension Sword Bridge emerges an invisible spiritual light, with hazy phantoms clasping formulas, activating the Suspension Sword with mana.

"As the Mountain Deity of Tang Mountain, my act in exterminating the flood dragon counts towards fulfilling my Mountain Deity title."

Blood gushes.

The ink flood dragon is instantly severely wounded, its blood scattering profusely.

That palace-clad beauty extends her palm, as if performing a Star Absorbing Method, condensing the Dragon Blood into ice; this dragon blood is immensely valuable, with this piece of profound ice blood, it's not leaving empty-handed.

The Mountain Deity phantom swiftly dissipates.

The ink flood dragon, being of dragon kin, whether it can leap past the Dragon's Gate remains uncertain. It only acts once, lest it eventually transforms into a dragon, forming an eternal vendetta.