The flood dragon stretched over a hundred zhang, coiled above the Wei River Lake, an awe-inspiring sight.

"Oh my god, what, what is that thing?"

"Is, is it a prehistoric beast?"

The spectators were terrified to the extreme, and tens of thousands of people on the shore began to panic, with many sitting on the ground in fear, crying out loud.

But someone discerned the truth.

"No, that's not real."

An elder martial artist of the Qi Transformation Realm, stroking his goatee, spoke.

"This is True Qi Transformation."

"True Qi Transformation? If it's True Qi Transformation, how can it be so lifelike, even the scales appear vivid and realistic? Furthermore, True Qi Transformation has limits, just how profound Chen Jiao's True Qi must be to condense such a massive beast?"

The elder with the goatee stared at the enormous flood dragon perched on the lake, explaining to those around him.

"You are right, True Qi Transformation has its limits, but the Blood Flood Dragon Transformation Skill that Chen Jiao cultivates is unorthodox, unlike ordinary cultivation techniques."

"As I see it, Chen Jiao used his own True Qi as a guide, manipulating the waters of the Wei River Lake."

"It's like a drop of ink falling on the ground, just a single drop, but once it enters water, it can turn a whole cup into ink. Though the diluted ink isn't as clear as original ink, it still retains color and can write."

"Similarly, Chen Jiao diluted his True Qi in the water; a trace of True Qi can lead a cubic meter of lake water. He could expand the original volume his True Qi could transform several times, even over tenfold."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

Precisely at this moment, Chen Jiao's cold voice echoed from the flood dragon's chest.

"Boy, you've forced me to use this Blood Flood Dragon Transformation Skill, you're indeed capable, but at this moment, you are doomed."

Upon a closer look, one could see behind the water curtain in front of the flood dragon's chest was a silhouette, none other than Chen Jiao. This confirmed what the elder said earlier—Chen Jiao used himself as the core, releasing True Qi, using the lake water to dilute, and then condensing this flood dragon.

"Go to hell."

The flood dragon's tail whipped around.

"Splash!"

The tail had not completely emerged from the water; with this whip, its true form was finally revealed.

Just the tail alone extended over forty zhang, as thick as a water barrel.

When swung, it resembled a giant pillar, smashing down towards Zhang Xiaoshan.

Water has no form, but condensed by Chen Jiao's potent True Qi, it became indestructible, immensely powerful.

Undoubtedly, this strike could easily sever a high-speed train in half.

"So strong, truly invincible below the God Realm!"

The martial artists watching from the corridor bridge understood the power of this strike, exclaiming repeatedly.

Xu Xiaomeng already cried out in urgency.

The previously disgruntled Chen Ziao laughed heartily.

"That boy is undeniably doomed, our Chen family's Blood Flood Dragon Transformation Skill is unrivaled in the world."

Shen Xinhe concealed a hidden weapon in one hand, gripping the railing tightly with the other, her brows furrowed.

Indeed, Chen Jiao's strength could no longer be viewed as a simple Qi Transformation martial artist.

She even doubted whether even three Peak Qi Transformation martial artists joining forces could be a match for Chen Jiao.

"Truly invincible below the God Realm!"

In astonishment, the flood dragon's tail already smashed towards Zhang Xiaoshan.

"Open for me."

Zhang Xiaoshan gritted his teeth, swinging a fierce punch.

A flame fist mark landed on the giant tail of the flood dragon.