As the Black Flood Dragon King's massive tail swept by, a horrific sonic boom resounded.
With Hu Yue's minions' faces turning pale, the colossal tail swept them away like dry leaves in a gale.
Among Hu Yue's underlings were not a few Emperor Realm masters, yet, how could they withstand the Black Flood Dragon King at the Emperor Realm Peak?
Watching all her subordinates being flung away, crashing deep into the mountainside, piercing through countless palaces, Hu Yue was livid, her chest feeling as if it was about to explode.
She stared at Yang Xiaotian with murderous eyes, "Yang Xiaotian, you're dead, and so is this flood dragon of yours—you'll both die horribly!"
"Is that so," Xiaotian said with a tug, snatching her whip from her hands.
Hu Yue felt a pain in the hand holding the whip and saw her usually well-maintained, tender hands become bloodied and lacerated.
