"I am the Water God of Dianchuan! An evil jiaolong now defies the heavens and despises divine might—a crime warranting death!"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Elder Shui looked down upon the Flood Dragon King trapped within the Starlight River. He spoke slowly, each word filled with profound authority. Any living being who heard his voice felt an irresistible urge to bow down.

He reached out and gently gestured towards the Flood Dragon King.

Instantly, the entire river began to revive, bursting forth with torrential silver radiance. Ancient and obscure auras, carrying the essence of decay and the passage of time, began to surge within its waters.

"The Power of Chrono Light?!"

The Flood Dragon King, drifting in the center of the river, suddenly let out a terrified shriek.

Chrono Light... that's the power of time!

However, compared to the Power of Cosmic Bi of equivalent rank, the Power of Chrono Light was rarely controlled or utilized. This was simply because the Power of Chrono Light possessed an extremely potent rule of equivalence: however much is used must be repaid. Only deities who truly possessed endless lifespans, coeval with heaven and earth, were qualified to touch and control this power.

RUMBLE—

The surging river, mixed with the Power of Chrono Light, continuously eroded the Flood Dragon King, rapidly pushing him from his prime toward decay and decline. His physical body began to age, his fur lost its luster, his muscles sagged, his vitality waned, and even his soul began to dim and weaken.

In an instant, he had reached old age!

"AAAAH!"

The Flood Dragon King roared in anger. The sky shook, all creation trembled, and his aging body frantically emanated endless divine light as he tried to endure this tribulation.

But the Power of Chrono Light was too terrifying. The erosion of time was an irresistible pull that no existence could withstand.

He simply couldn't withstand it!

"Ancestors above, lend this child your strength!"

At this critical moment of life and death, the Flood Dragon King suddenly raised his head and slammed it forcefully downward.

CRACK.

The crown of the Flood Dragon King's head shattered. Brilliant, dark-red blood spurted out, unleashing a sacrificial power, vast and boundless. The heavens and earth seemed to explode as boundless radiance spread out, its aura shaking the vast domain.

「The next instant.」

An extremely ancient, colossal figure, seemingly emerging from the depths of history, materialized behind the Flood Dragon King. Its height and length were unknowable. A pair of crimson pupils, like two red suns, hung high in the All Heavens, inspiring awe in all who beheld them. It emanated an aura similar to the Flood Dragon King's, yet immeasurably more profound and tyrannical.

"The Ancestor of the Jiaolong? You little mudskipper, you're actually a descendant of the Ancestor of the Jiaolong?"

Elder Shui's eyes shone with Divine Light as he stared at the imposing figure that had appeared behind the Flood Dragon King. His voice suddenly deepened several degrees.

BOOM!

The illusory figure, suspected to be the Jiaolong clan's Ancestor of the Jiaolong, trembled lightly. The River of Time binding the Flood Dragon King instantly froze and shattered. A formless power recoiled, and an infinite chill, like a surging sea, washed over them.

"Hmph! A dead jiaolong, still trying to act powerful?"

His robes fluttered in the wind. Elder Shui's expression was indifferent, neither joyful nor sorrowful. Boundless Divine Light erupted from his body, instantly blazing with myriad rays, as if he had transcended this world, reigning supreme over all living beings. With a wave of his great sleeve, the recoiling chill was instantly quelled.

Meanwhile, with the aid of the Ancestor of the Jiaolong's phantom, the Flood Dragon King instantly returned to his prime. His dark-red vital energy and blood surged skyward like a martial beacon, unstoppable.

"KILL!!!"

Blood spurted from the corners of his eyes as the Flood Dragon King burned all his origin. For a short period, his combat power soared once more, reaching a level between the Dao Body Realm and the Primordial Spirit Realm!

CRACK!

Wielding the power to annihilate all life in the myriad worlds, the Flood Dragon King transformed into a dragon-shaped phantom flowing with endless ominous power. It pierced through the void and sundered Qiankun; he was going to break through Elder Shui's protection.

He had to kill that damnable young Daoist! The Flood Dragon King was now utterly mad, his eyes gleaming with maniacal ferocity. Qi Xiu had ruined his grand plans and severed his Dao Path. This was a blood feud that demanded vengeance, even if they couldn't exist under the same sky. Today, even if he were ground to dust, his soul shattered and dispersed, he would kill Qi Xiu to appease the hatred in his heart!

SHREEE—

The dark-red dragon phantom arrived in an instant!

The world lost its color.

The sun and moon lost their light.

This was a deathblow, fueled by the entirety of the Flood Dragon King's cultivation, burning his origin, leaving absolutely no way out.

BOOM!

Elder Shui would naturally not allow Qi Xiu to be killed by this little mudskipper right under his nose. His eyes flickered, and he slightly raised his hand. His flawless, jade-like palm traversed time and space, appearing abruptly to firmly catch this terrifying deathblow.

CLANG—

But at that very moment, the pupils of the still-present phantom of the Ancestor of the Jiaolong suddenly flashed. A claw shadow abruptly materialized, forcefully pushing Elder Shui's palm aside a fair bit.

"You!"

Shock and anger filled Elder Shui's expression; he had never expected the phantom of the Ancestor of the Jiaolong to still possess such power. He turned back, intending to stop the Flood Dragon King, only to find it was already too late. The dark-red dragon phantom, carrying the intent of certain death and piercing through the sun, moon, and Qiankun, had already reached Qi Xiu.

It was too late!

"DIE!!!"

The Flood Dragon King's savage, maddened face appeared, contorted in a sinister, bizarre laugh, as if he could already see the image of Qi Xiu being dragged into the abyss of death along with him.

"Die? You think you can kill me?"

Qi Xiu let out a light chuckle. Under the incredulous gazes of Elder Shui, the Flood Dragon King, and even the phantom of the Ancestor of the Jiaolong, he didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced, stepping forward with an expressionless face, and declared, "Wicked Jiaolong Li Xuan, I am of the True Dragon Clan. You dare commit insubordination and assault a True Dragon. By the great laws of the Dragon Court, your crime is punishable by death!"

"HAHAHA! You, a True Dragon? If you're a True Dragon, then this king is..."

The Flood Dragon King's arrogant, mocking laughter hadn't even spread far when his eyes suddenly widened to the point of tearing, blood spraying out.

Behind Qi Xiu, a golden ancient sea suddenly rose, bursting forth with myriad brilliant golden rays. A lifelike golden dragon phantom emerged from Qi Xiu's back, looking down upon all living beings from a commanding height. An incomparably pure Dragon Power swept down, causing heaven and earth to tremble. This light, countless times more dazzling than the Taiyang, was so blinding that all the cultivators watching from afar felt as if their eyes were about to be blinded, daring not to look directly anymore.

"Subdue him!"

At Qi Xiu's low shout, something happened that astonished even Elder Shui. He saw the majestic and vast golden dragon phantom suddenly transform into a long rope, seemingly woven from golden silk, the tip of which was stained with ancient blood.

"The Dragon Binding Rope!"

"Is this child truly of my lord's clan?!"

Elder Shui's expression changed drastically, his tone filled with shock. Having served the True Dragon Clan for countless eons, he naturally recognized this supreme treasure specifically used to apprehend evil dragons and Karmic Dragons. However, this artifact could only be wielded by prison guards of the Dragon Prison, personally appointed by the Dragon Court. Ordinary True Dragons had no authority to use it. And now, this child could actually command it.

Incredible!

When the phantom of the Ancestor of the Jiaolong behind him saw the Dragon Binding Rope, its sun-red eyes suddenly focused. It then rapidly dissipated, vanishing in the blink of an eye without a trace.

No Divine Light filled the sky, nor did the Great Dao resonate. The reawakened Dragon Binding Rope simply floated out lightly, like a common rope thrown by a mortal. To onlookers, its speed seemed incredibly slow. But the targeted Flood Dragon King felt as if the entire world was pressing in on him.

I can't escape! I can't dodge! Even my consciousness is being suppressed!

His power, sufficient to destroy heaven and earth, was completely nullified.

Dimly, he seemed to see a supremely majestic Dragon Prison opening towards him. From its hollow and deep gate, he heard countless utterly miserable screams and roars.

"NO!!!"

The bloodstained tip of the rope swung down!

CRACKLE!

「In an instant.」

The Flood Dragon King's origin withered; he weathered, disintegrated, and scattered with the wind. A powerful existence, who could be considered at the pinnacle of the mortal world, thus perished silently under the terrifying might of the Dragon Binding Rope, his body and Dao extinguished.

"PHEW..."

After slaying the Flood Dragon King, a Dao Expert, Qi Xiu was nearly depleted, relying on his formidable willpower to remain standing.

The Dragon Binding Rope is incredibly powerful. However, it's a supreme treasure that only those at the Dao Body Realm can truly wield. Although I could barely activate it with my Realm of True Spirit of the Soul, nearly all my Divine Soul Force was drained in an instant. The Dragon Binding Rope is strong, but not invincible. I don't have Dao Body Realm cultivation; by barely managing to activate it, I couldn't unleash its full power. This Flood Dragon King was only defeated because Elder Shui had already crippled him. Furthermore, after continuously burning his origin and sacrificing himself, he was already a spent force. Adding to that, he was a mixed-blood dragon type, naturally countered by the Dragon Binding Rope. Otherwise, an ordinary Dao Expert would, at most, be controlled by the Dragon Binding Rope for a period. It definitely wouldn't have been able to inflict any effective damage on them.

Despite having slain the Flood Dragon King, a Dao Expert, with one strike, Qi Xiu felt no triumph. Instead, he quickly began to analyze the Dragon Binding Rope's capabilities.

This Dragon Court's Supreme Treasure is now my trump card. If I use it well, I can even delay a Dao Expert who tries to make a move on me for some time.

While Qi Xiu was still taking deep breaths, slowly recovering his overly depleted Divine Soul Force, a shower of crystal-clear, sweet dew suddenly fell, instantly replenishing his depleted Divine Soul Force.

Elder Shui appeared before Qi Xiu with a solemn expression. He waved his hand, and the two of them instantly vanished, reappearing in a vast expanse. Here, an azure sky stretched both above and below, and countless stars glittered brilliantly.

"Child, let me ask you, were the words you spoke earlier true or false?"

Staring intently at Qi Xiu, Elder Shui's expression was grave. As this matter concerned the True Dragon Clan, the Dianchuan Water Monarch's usual lax and indolent nature underwent a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree transformation.

Looking directly into Elder Shui's earnest and grave eyes, Qi Xiu slowly nodded.

"Every word is true."

"Are you truly of the True Dragon Clan? What proof do you have?"

Upon receiving a definitive answer from Qi Xiu, a trace of bewilderment couldn't help but surface in Elder Shui's eyes. He had served the True Dragons for countless ages. Yet, he had never seen a Dragon Clan member like Qi Xiu. Moreover, aside from a faint, almost imperceptible trace of Dragon Origin aura, he bore no other characteristics of the True Dragon Clan.

In response to Elder Shui's inquiry, Qi Xiu directly recounted his experiences in the Dragon Prison.

I'm being so cooperative because the being before me is a genuine deity. Concealing or obscuring the truth in this deity's presence would only result in forceful measures, akin to a Soul Search. This was evident from how readily he had moved to obliterate the Flood Dragon King. This deity has never regarded anything from the current era with any importance. He would kill or destroy as he pleased.

However, Qi Xiu chose to keep his identity as a transmigrator to himself.

I'm taking a gamble on this point. Gambling that Elder Shui, after hearing my account, will acknowledge my True Dragon Clan identity. And as a former attendant to the True Dragon Clan, he would surely never take any outrageous actions against someone like me, who possesses a Dragon Clan identity.

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