Chapter 1147: Chapter 392: Giant Tiger Mountain, Slaying the Flood Dragon at White Tiger Pool, Obtaining the Heavenly Yang Fruit, Grateful and Appreciative
The strength isnāt the main concern; the key point is that the claw marks are surrounded by black gas, continuously corroding the duoās flesh and bones. The claws of the Black Flood Dragon carry poison, which can threaten Xianyang Level experts.
The terror of the Black Flood Dragonās power is understandable, and itās no wonder Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui are advising Xia Hong to retreat.
Whew......
However, Xia Hong in mid-air does not respond to their advice.
He has flown above the Black Flood Dragonās head, ignoring the lightning in the sky, focusing solely on trying to slash its eyes with his blade.
"Roar......"
But the strength of this Black Flood Dragon is truly overpowering. Its thousand-meter-long body can effortlessly cause fierce winds, making it extremely difficult for Xia Hong to even get within ten meters of it, let alone aim for its eyes.
"Fifteen Juns, this is the strongest Beast King Iāve ever encountered. The Jiao Long should be considered a Water Cold Beast; so, are water beasts generally stronger than land ones?"
Xia Hong turns his blade to fend off an attack from the Black Flood Dragonās black claws, retreating a hundred meters while observing the shallow claw marks on his arm and chest and contemplating the Black Flood Dragon in front of him.
Roar......
The Black Flood Dragon gazes at Xia Hong with mixed anger and caution. Its roar remains unchanged, but the three present can sense intimidation in its voice.
The Black Flood Dragon is urging the trio to leave quickly.
Xia Hongās expression remains calm, but Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui exchange a glance and seem uneasy.
The Beast Kingās intimidation can be interpreted in various ways; firstly, itās a warning to leave if they donāt want it to get serious, and secondly, it implies the Black Flood Dragon is unsure it can kill them, hence the need for intimidation.
"Lord Xia Hongās strength must be at least above thirteen Juns."
"No, definitely not, itās at least above fifteen Juns, stronger than Shangguan Yang, Yang Zhun, and Qin Feng!"
Murong Chui hears this with disbelief but remembers Xiahou Zhangās firsthand experience of the Bashang battle, realizing he knows more, and his face shows surprise.
"Then should we..."
"I request both Lords to block this beastās wings for me, for today I shall slay the dragon!"
Murong Chui was about to exchange thoughts with Xiahou Zhang on whether to fight or retreat, but before he speaks, Xia Hongās voice reaches them.
"Go!"
Xiahou Zhang is much more decisive; upon hearing Xia Hongās words, he swiftly flies forth with no hesitation, and a five-hundred-zhang tall Bone Appearance phantom appears behind him. The Silver Ring Saber draws numerous blade edges in the air, all cutting into the left side of the Black Flood Dragonās body.
Clang clang clang......
The Black Flood Dragonās dark scales arenāt just for show; despite Xiahou Zhang unleashing dozens of strikes, he only manages to chop off a few dozen scales.
Nevertheless, Xiahou Zhang exerts over five Juns of strength, and albeit the Black Flood Dragon suffers no real harm, its body retreats tens of meters to the right.
"Roar!"
The Black Flood Dragonās rage had barely begun when another set of dozens red sword lights sliced from the right sideāclearly Murong Chui.
Since Xiahou Zhang has engaged, Murong Chui refuses to fall behind.
A five-hundred-zhang tall Bone Appearance phantom also appears behind him, brandishing a Longsword to repeatedly slash the right side of the Black Flood Dragon, but like Xiahou Zhang, he cannot penetrate the defenseāonly slicing off a few dozen scales, but still manages to restrict the Black Flood Dragonās movements.
With two blocking its sides, the Black Flood Dragonās retreat is sealed.
Now, itās Xia Hongās turn to strike!
Boom......
The moment the thousand-zhang Bone Appearance phantom emerges behind Xia Hong, the temperature of the entire area rises sharply. He holds the Cold Blood Blade and rushes forward in mid-air, practically reaching the top of the Black Flood Dragonās head in an instant.
"Die!"
In mid-air, Xia Hong switches to a two-handed grip on his blade, bringing the edge around his shoulder in a half-circle, raising it above his head, and roars before slashing down at the Black Flood Dragonās forehead.
The Bone Appearance phantom, a projection of Xia Hongās strength, also grips a several-hundred-zhang narrow knife, mirroring Xia Hongās downward slash at the Black Flood Dragonās forehead.
Whoosh......
As the blade falls, the surrounding air is instantly devoured, the blade aura extending over a hundred meters, obscuring the chilling light of the sky, making the entire area seem to have only this blade aura.
Despite not pausing their attacks, Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui find their blade aura unable to coalesce, realizing Xia Hongās blade is too potent, draining the surrounding air completely, causing both to twitch their brows, eyes filled with shock and horror.
"Earlier, wasnāt his real strength!"
"He held back beforeāhow is this possible?"
Bang......
Apart from being shocked, Xia Hongās Cold Blood Blade ultimately strikes the Black Flood Dragonās forehead amidst its eyes filled with dread.
This time, the Black Flood Dragon doesnāt have the same luck as before.
Its forehead scales instantly shatter, scattering dozens around, followed by its head being split open with crimson blood spraying hundreds of meters afar, nearly dousing Xia Hong.