CHAPTER 1587: CHAPTER 1587: FLOOD DRAGON BLOOD

Sikong Changjian knew that the Golden Flood Dragon, whose attack power was comparable to that of a mid-stage human Soul Severing expert, had strength far beyond that.

If it truly went on a rampage, it could stir up the entire Dragon Lake.

This attack was merely a minor test by the Golden Flood Dragon.

Moreover, Sikong Changjian also knew that with the Golden Flood Dragon’s sharp perception, it must have already detected the numerous hidden threats around Dragon Lake. Its slaying of those Nascent Soul experts might also serve to intimidate the lurking forces, making them retreat.

The Golden Flood Dragon’s intimidation clearly had a significant effect, as the other lurking forces, seeing nearly a hundred Nascent Soul experts suffer a major loss, dared not make a move lightly.

While the other forces held back, Sikong Changjian could not remain idle.

He had prepared for this for decades and spent ten years setting up layered Slaughter Arrays around Dragon Lake with enormous manpower and resources, precisely for this day. How could he miss such a rare opportunity?

"Kill!"

Sikong Changjian finally made his move.

With a loud cry, he soared into the sky, straight into the clouds.

The Eighteen Warriors followed closely behind.

From a distance of dozens of meters, the nineteen people, led by Sikong Changjian, surrounded the Golden Flood Dragon, forming a large Sword Array.

"Eh? Demon Trapping Array?"

Fang Bai saw the sword array that Sikong Changjian and the others arranged and was taken aback, as it was the Demon Trapping Formation he created in his past life.

He immediately thought that before his ascension in his previous life, he left many fortuitous encounters across the three thousand worlds, waiting for the fated, and somehow Sikong Changjian learned the Demon Trapping Array from one of those.

However, the Demon Trapping Array arranged by Sikong Changjian and the others seemed somewhat unrefined, grasping only a tenth or twentieth of the original formation’s essence at best.

But Fang Bai believed that even this unrefined Demon Trapping Formation was many times stronger than the Eighteen Warriors’ "Storm Sword Formation," otherwise they wouldn’t use it to trap the Golden Flood Dragon.

With the cultivation levels of Sikong Changjian and the nineteen others, if instructed by Fang Bai, they could easily trap the Golden Flood Dragon, and perhaps even slay it.

"Attack!"

After forming the Demon Trapping Array, the nineteen people launched the first wave of attacks.

Sikong Changjian’s golden giant sword, along with the eighteen long swords of the Eighteen Warriors, slashed out over a hundred sharp, unmatched sword beams, interwoven with invincible spiritual energy, forming a tight sword net that enveloped the Golden Flood Dragon from all directions.

A human-like cold glint appeared in the Golden Flood Dragon’s eyes. Seeing the sword net approaching, its body, ten meters long, spun in the air, instantly releasing ten thousand golden beams that expanded in all directions, sending waves of Water Spirit Qi crashing against the approaching sword net.

During the Golden Flood Dragon’s counterattack, it was at its weakest defense. Taking this opportunity, Sikong Changjian pointed his golden giant sword to the sky, releasing a golden sword beam that darted into the clouds.

In an instant, a dark red net, dozens of meters in diameter, descended rapidly from the sky, covering the Golden Flood Dragon.

The dark red net was woven from the tendons of thousands of Single-Horned Golden-Eyed Bulls. Although not as tough as the Golden Flood Dragon’s tendons, it was challenging for an ordinary Soul Severing Realm expert to escape once trapped.

"It seems Sikong Changjian put in quite some effort to capture the Golden Flood Dragon!"

Fang Bai mused to himself, sensing the astonishing energy fluctuations and terrifying aura emanating from the dark red net, feeling concerned for the Golden Flood Dragon.

Indeed, after the dark red net enveloped the Golden Flood Dragon, it lashed its tail, twisted its body, attempting to tear the net apart with its usual method, but the more it struggled, the tighter the dark red net bound it.

"Kill!"

Sikong Changjian and the others knew the opportunity was fleeting. With a shout, their eyes shot with electric rays, and the golden beams from the golden giant sword in their hands spat out several feet long, piercing through the gaps in the dark red net, stabbing at the Golden Flood Dragon’s weakest point under its neck.

The golden sword beams, like sudden lightning in the night, were dazzling and bright, illuminating the lake as they struck straight at the struggling Golden Flood Dragon’s neck.

If it were an ordinary Spiritual Artifact or even a Holy Grade Spirit Stone, it couldn’t harm the Golden Flood Dragon, but the golden giant sword was a mid-level King Grade Spiritual Artifact. Combined with Sikong Changjian’s power, man and sword as one unleashed astonishing attack power.

"Puff!"

The sound of metal piercing flesh echoed, as the tip of the golden giant sword pierced into the Golden Flood Dragon’s body. Although it didn’t inflict severe damage, the gushing blood still made the Golden Flood Dragon feel pain.

Injured, the Golden Flood Dragon was evidently enraged, emitting a roar almost like dragon’s cry, its tail coiling back with a massive surge of water, whipping straight at Sikong Changjian.

Sikong Changjian shielded himself with spiritual energy and blocked with the golden giant sword, yet was still flung back dozens of meters by the tremendous force of the dragon tail, his internal organs churning, his expression changing dramatically.

Clearly, in a one-on-one fight, Sikong Changjian was no match for the Golden Flood Dragon.

The Spirit Serpent Venerable lurking atop a towering tree, also a mid-stage Soul Severing expert, watched the Golden Flood Dragon’s strike and thought he’d struggle to withstand it just as Sikong Changjian did, albeit less embarrassingly.

Nobody expected the Golden Flood Dragon in Dragon Lake to be so powerful!

The Golden Flood Dragon, having flung Sikong Changjian away, struggled mightily, attempting to escape the dark red net woven from Single-Horned Golden-Eyed Bull tendons. Yet, the net’s resilience was overwhelming, expanding and contracting with its struggle, never tearing.

Eighteen beams of golden light slashed through the air, as the Eighteen Warriors forming the Storm Sword Formation launched a fierce assault on the Golden Flood Dragon.

Sikong Changjian knew the net couldn’t restrain the Golden Flood Dragon for long. With time fleeting, he gritted his teeth, boldly advancing once more.

The nineteen strongest individuals of the City Lord Mansion joined forces against the Golden Flood Dragon high above Dragon Lake. Golden light shone, spiritual energy surged, and the immense pressure spread in all directions, stirring the entire lake as towering waves rose continually.

Bound by the net, the Golden Flood Dragon’s power was significantly restricted, yet its counterattacks remained formidable. Its giant tail swung left and right, leaving no foe to withstand even a single clash.

Sikong Changjian and the others were repeatedly flung away by the dragon tail, with some of their clothes torn and blood dripping from their mouths, evidently suffering serious injuries.

Meanwhile, the Golden Flood Dragon was covered in scars, bleeding profusely, its blood dripping continuously into Dragon Lake below.

The Golden Flood Dragon was half-dragon, and its blood was incredibly precious, capable of enhancing the effects or power of Spirit Pills or Spiritual Artifacts if used in refining.

In normal times, obtaining even a drop of Golden Flood Dragon blood was nearly impossible, but now the blood was gushing out, dripping like rain into the lake, wasted, making the lurking forces nearby deeply regretful.