A Flood Dragon, as if intent on bringing about the apocalypse, exuded a bloodthirsty aura as it dove down, causing everyone to tremble at the majesty that seemed impossible to withstand.
Everyone knew the situation was dire. They fled outside, for no one dared guarantee survival at the hands of such a mythical being.
Hundreds of martial artists were swept away, leaving fewer than forty, all ashen-faced. Even the Heartless Heavenly Girl, an entity of such caliber, looked terrible as she fled in a frenzy.
The Divine Son and the Demon Child burst forth, shooting out like two meteors.
The most surprising was Jian Chen; he dodged the attack, stood firm, pointed his long sword at the Flood Dragon, and bellowed, "Fiend, how dare you harm at will!"
In response, the Flood Dragon's tail came sweeping over, nearly striking Jian Xin.
He scolded, but knew then that the Flood Dragon would not fall for his bluff, and he fled frantically, his speed comparing well with the others.
