Chapter 725: Chapter 278: So You Think You’re All That Again?

The Flood Dragon’s entire body suddenly contorted, as if in immense agony.

In truth, the raw difference in strength between Xiao Chen and the Flood Dragon had all but vanished.

Even with the aid of a Martial Technique, the difference was barely twofold.

But that didn’t matter. In actual combat, a twofold strength gap was more than enough to create a decisive advantage—like an adult beating a child.

"You’re a creature that just never learns."

Xiao Chen grabbed the Flood Dragon’s head, wrenched it nine feet off the ground, and then violently slammed it back down. "Feeling tough again, are you?"

"AOOOW!"

The Flood Dragon’s body slammed into the ground, and it let out a sorrowful wail.

Xiao Chen grabbed its head again. "Got a little bigger and forgot your place, did you?"

As he spoke, he put his strength into it, smashing the head back into the ground.

"AOOOWW~!"

The Flood Dragon cried out in pain again.

"You’re all show and no substance, aren’t you!"

Xiao Chen lifted its head a third time. "One minute it’s ’dog eyes,’ the next it’s ’filthy insect.’ You were pretty arrogant, weren’t you?"

"So why are you acting like a dead snake now?"

"Answer me!"

With that, he smashed it to the ground yet again, then added a vicious kick for good measure. "Kneel!"

Including the three previous lifts and slams, it was the equivalent of performing three resounding kowtows.

This time, the Flood Dragon was silent, not even crying out in pain.

It wasn’t that the beast had suddenly found some resolve; it was simply that its life force was fading so rapidly it couldn’t even muster a cry.

Even Xiao Chen was a little surprised after that relentless assault.

He hadn’t expected this Flood Dragon’s Life Force to be so tenacious.

Any Golden Core Cultivator would have been long dead after that barrage of fists and feet.

Yet this creature was still breathing. It really could take a beating.

"CLANG!"

Another crisp sound rang out from nearby.

A Cultivator’s Flying Sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. The sound finally snapped the stunned crowd out of their daze.

"Wh-what... what just happened?"

Some Cultivators still looked completely baffled.

"Xiao... he actually beat that mutated Flood Dragon—one with a trace of True Dragon blood—with his bare fists?"

One Cultivator’s lips trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body shook uncontrollably.

"That was a Transformed Great Demon! A member of the Royal Family, no less! How is this possible? How could something like this happen?"

Another Cultivator rubbed his eyes vigorously, wondering if he was trapped in an Illusion.

What had just unfolded before him completely subverted his understanding of the world.

Such a horrifying event... you could search the entire history of the Compassion Sea—a thousand years, ten thousand, even a hundred thousand years—and you would never find another case like it.

But here it was, happening right before their very eyes.

"Xiao... he is truly..."

Fazhao Arhat couldn’t help but sigh in admiration, but he trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words.

For a moment, he found he had no idea how to describe the man.

As a prospective Zen Master being specially groomed by Pudu Temple, he had been granted permission to read every book in the temple’s entire collection.

But it was precisely because he was so well-read, having poured over countless ancient histories, that Fazhao Arhat found himself all the more speechless.

Throughout history, only a handful of peerless, era-defining prodigies had ever displayed such astonishing power.

You could count the number of such people in the entire world of cultivation on one hand.

At this thought, even Fazhao Arhat felt a little dazed.

He could almost see it now: as long as no misfortune befell him, Xiao Chen’s name was destined to shake the entire Eastern Domain, not just the Compassion Sea.

His fame might even spread far and wide, reaching the other domains.

That was a grand legacy most Nascent Soul True Monarchs and Zen Masters could only dream of achieving.

In that moment, a thought unexpectedly surfaced in Fazhao Arhat’s mind—the very same one Sun Haoran had once had.

’A man like this can only be an ally, never an enemy!’

’That wasn’t just a personal conviction; the same principle applied to the entire Pudu Temple.’

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