Zhi Jian Chen Sha

Chapter 611 The Demonic Flood Dragon Fights the Martial Saint

"What brings the esteemed seniors to Lake Heart Island?"

As the five Earth Immortals descended upon Lake Heart Island, Lin Haotian, as Zhang Fan's chief disciple, had no choice but to step forward.

"You ask what you already know. You, a mere junior, are not qualified to speak before us. Have your master come out to greet us!"

Bai Tu snorted coldly and flicked his finger. A stream of black energy transformed into a ferocious skull, hurtling towards Lin Haotian's chest with such speed that Lin Haotian couldn't dodge it.

With disagreements leading to immediate attempts to kill, seeing this scene filled Yi Feicheng and Zhang Xing'an and the others with despair.

"A defeated foe can only show off their might before juniors!"

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon's massive body positioned itself in front of Lin Haotian, shielding everyone behind it. Its voice rumbled low, causing ripples in the lake water.

The black energy shot by Bai Tu struck the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's body. The ferocious skull, like a stone hitting an egg, instantly dissipated without causing the Blood Demon Flood Dragon the slightest harm.

Hearing the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's words, Bai Tu's face turned unsightly, as the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's statement was indeed the truth.

Although the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's strength was also only at the early stage of Core Formation, it relied on the advantage of its powerful physique. Bai Tu couldn't even break through its scales, and even with Daoist Changsheng joining forces against it, he was still at a disadvantage and could only flee in disarray.

"Amazing, truly amazing!"

"I never expected such an ancient exotic beast to exist on this Earth. Traveling to visit friends riding such an ancient beast would be incredibly impressive."

Daoist Niu's slightly sunken eyes widened. After observing the Blood Demon Flood Dragon closely from a short distance, unconcealable joy appeared on his withered face.

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon had now cultivated one dragon claw, and two small horns protruded slightly from its head, already possessing a trace of the aura of the legendary divine dragon.

"Who are you?"

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon's giant blood-red eyes stared intently at the withered, skeleton-like old man before it. Of these five people, only this seemingly half-dead old man made the Blood Demon Flood Dragon feel immense pressure.

"My Daoist name is Daoist Niu. I have lived for over a thousand years. As for my strength, it is certainly much greater than your former master's. From now on, you will follow me, and you will surely live a more joyful life than you do now."

Daoist Niu said proudly.

"On your word?"

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon's eyes were filled with disdain. Although this old man was powerful, and it knew it was no match for him, that was only within the confines of Earth.

Outside of Earth, a cultivator who hadn't even condensed a Golden Core could only be considered ordinary.

While its master's strength might not currently match this old man's, his extensive knowledge and miraculous alchemy skills were enough to make him a honored guest among Golden Core cultivators.

The status between them was entirely different.

Furthermore, having spent a long time with Zhang Fan and his group, the Blood Demon Flood Dragon could feel their sincerity and had long considered them family. Therefore, betraying Zhang Fan and going with this old man was something it absolutely could not do.

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon had wandered alone in the universe for hundreds of years, without a fixed abode, and was often hunted by powerful human cultivators who wanted to skin and dismember it.

However, after following Zhang Fan, it finally felt that the meaning of life was not just about pursuing strength; the companionship of friends was more important.

"Heh heh, ancient exotic beasts should have this kind of pride. This old man likes it!"

Daoist Niu was not angry at the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's attitude, but rather quite pleased, as he was confident that with his strength, he could definitely tame this Blood Demon Flood Dragon.

"Such a formidable physique. I have lived for hundreds of years and have not encountered anyone in the art of body cultivation who could catch my eye. Daoist Niu, before you tame this flood dragon, allow me to have some fun?"

The Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain, with his gleaming bald head, stared at the Blood Demon Flood Dragon with shining eyes. He was the only one among these five who specialized in body cultivation, and his body cultivation alone had reached the mid-stage of Core Formation.

His strength was second only to Daoist Niu among these five. Even Sword Immortal Wuchen, who was at the same mid-stage of Core Formation and renowned for his offensive prowess, was no match for him.

The Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain adjusted himself, staring at the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's blood-red, shining scales, itching for a fight.

He was eager to know, compared to this ancient exotic beast, how his body cultivation of hundreds of years stacked up against it.

"Since the Martial Saint is so interested, this old man will happily watch a good show here and see the Martial Saint's skills." Daoist Niu said with a chuckle.

Among the five of them, only the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain was worthy of Daoist Niu's attention. A body cultivator at the mid-stage of Core Formation had combat power comparable to an ordinary late-stage Core Formation Qi cultivator. Therefore, he also wanted to witness the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain's prowess.

"In that case..."

The Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain turned to the Blood Demon Flood Dragon and said, "Little Flood Dragon, you will have a good time with me next. Don't accidentally get yourself killed by a single punch, or I won't be able to report back to Daoist Niu!"

"You all retreat further away. I will deal with this little bald head!"

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon's massive tail scooped up Lin Haotian, Yi Feicheng, and Zhang Xing'an, gently flicking them dozens of meters away onto the sandy beach.

The destructive power of battles between Core Formation cultivators was immense. With Lin Haotian and the others' strength, if they were too close, even the residual shockwaves could kill them.

Hearing the flood dragon call him a little bald head, a cruel smile appeared on the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain's lean face.

Boom!

Without any pleasantries, the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain stomped on the ground with one foot, and his entire body shot up into the sky like a cannonball.

Seeing this, the Blood Demon Flood Dragon showed no weakness. Its powerful physique had always been its pride. Even though the bald human before it was at a higher realm, it would never admit defeat.

Whipping its body, which stretched for dozens of meters, the Blood Demon Flood Dragon soared into the clouds, swinging the massive, sharp dragon claws beneath its body towards the bald head, which looked like an ant in its eyes.

The dragon claws swung, stirring up howling winds, and enlarged in the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain's vision...

"Good!"

Feeling the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's unstoppable power, the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain let out a hearty laugh. He clenched his withered fist and punched directly towards the enormous dragon claw.

A tiny body, yet possessing incredible strength. The unstoppable dragon claw was halted by him.

Although the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's body was immense, it was extremely agile. After their attack collided, it could clearly sense that the little bald head, which appeared so tiny in its eyes, possessed strength no less than its own. It was only the advantage of its massive size that allowed it to fight on par.

The Blood Demon Flood Dragon twisted its body, and its giant tail whipped towards the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain like lightning. The Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain, unconcerned, opened his arms as if to embrace it.

The tail drew a strange curved trajectory of airflow in the air and slammed fiercely into the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain's chest!

Boom!

Caught off guard, the Martial Saint of Changbai Mountain was struck by the tail and smashed onto the beach, creating a pit several meters deep.

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