Ye Chen was far too powerful. Even after the Demon Flood Dragon had revived that hint of True Dragon Bloodline within its body, it was completely no match for him, thoroughly suppressed.
A golden Divine Mountain spanned across the land, utterly pinning down the entire colossal demon body of the Demon Flood Dragon to the ground, rendering it immovable.
Ye Chen stood high above, atop the summit of the Golden Mountain. His tall and slender figure was striking and imperious, his black hair fluttering in the wind, cold and frosty.
With a fierce stomp of his foot, an immense force roared thunderously from above to below. The entire land seemed on the verge of collapsing, and the Demon Flood Dragon wailed in agony. Countless Jiao Scales shattered upon its body, spewing blood like a fountain, a pitiful sight indeed.
