Chapter 475: Hmm?

"ROAR!"

The Flood Dragon opened its cavernous maw and roared again. A silvery-white light flared within its mouth, and a moment later, a bone-chilling beam of Extreme Ice shot from its throat. With a slight turn of its head, the beam swept across the lakebed.

The entire surrounding lakebed turned crystalline, completely frozen solid. Whether it was the aquatic plants or the Spirit Fish in the lake, everything was encased in crystal-clear ice.

This Flood Dragon had once been an utterly ordinary Profound Serpent in Yun Meng Lake. By a stroke of luck, it had swallowed the Extreme Ice Divine Pearl and obtained the Extreme Power of Extreme Ice. After a thousand years, it finally transformed into a Flood Dragon, becoming the absolute overlord of this lake region. The Extreme Ice power within its body could freeze anything.

In response, Shen Daoxing simply raised his hand slowly and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

"CRACKLE!"

Black arcs of electricity suddenly flashed and vanished.

"CRACK!"

The sound of shattering ice rang out.

Instantly, everything that had been frozen shattered. CRASH! Cracks spread like a spiderweb, and then everything exploded into pieces.

Everything returned to its original state.

Heaven and Earth!

A seven-colored light erupted from within Shen Daoxing as his body suddenly expanded, transforming into a colossal, ancient figure that seemed to touch the heavens. He looked like a Venerable Supreme from time immemorial.

He simply extended a jade-like hand and, with a gentle grasp, caught the Flood Dragon’s descending claw. With a slight exertion of force, Shen Daoxing lifted the Flood Dragon’s entire massive body. He then swung it around in the water, pulling its long body taut. After spinning it in a circle, he violently slammed it down.

"BOOM!"

The bottom of Yun Meng Lake shook violently, and a massive trench cracked open beneath the Flood Dragon’s body.

Although the Cloud Dream Flood Dragon was also a demonic beast at the Refining Dust Realm, it was far weaker than the Thousand-Eyed Demon Chapter, possessing only the strength of the first or Second Layer of the realm.

Shen Daoxing had already been unafraid of this Flood Dragon in the past. But now that he had broken through to the Earth Profound Realm, he could handle it with ease.

"ROAR!"

The Flood Dragon roared, shaking its enormous body as it scrambled wretchedly out of the trench. It stared at Shen Daoxing’s colossal form, which resembled a Venerable Supreme from a bygone era.

It froze for a moment. It suddenly sensed a tremendous change in Shen Daoxing’s aura, as if a true Celestial Being had descended from the heavens.

Sensing that things were not looking good, the Flood Dragon shrank back and turned its head to flee.

But it was too late. Shen Daoxing took a single step, his massive Golden Body Dharma Aspect moving with incredible agility. He appeared right in front of the Flood Dragon, reached out with his pristine, jade-like hand, and seized it by its throat. With a savage swing, he smashed it hard against the ground.

"ROAR!"

The Flood Dragon’s miserable wails echoed ceaselessly from the bottom of Yun Meng Lake.

Shen Daoxing, however, just laughed. He threw punch after punch, each one landing with brutal force, unleashing the Power of the Earth Source and the Celestial-Origin Power within him. He felt utterly exhilarated.

As if hearing the Flood Dragon’s agonized cries, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Chapter in Stone City, located within the Desert of Death on Pengze Immortal Island, suddenly opened one of its eyes. It rolled it around a few times as if confirming something. Then, its coiled tentacles abruptly loosened, and its round head poked out from the lake’s surface. It peered cautiously toward the depths of Yun Meng Lake, then seemed to let out a heavy sigh of relief.

「Meanwhile, as Shen Daoxing was picking a fight with the Flood Dragon at the bottom of Yun Meng Lake...」

At the same time, on the mist-shrouded Fusang Immortal Island, the gates of a majestic palace swung open on their own, though there was no wind.

A tall, imposing figure slowly walked out. He had a full head of white hair but the face of a middle-aged man, with sharp, chiseled features. His eyes were jet-black and incredibly deep; a single glance was enough to instill a fear that made one involuntarily lower their head.

After this white-haired, middle-aged man emerged, Vice Island Master Han, Fusang Elder Xu Jin, Jun Wushuang, and the others immediately stepped forward. They raised their hands and bowed respectfully. "We respectfully welcome the Island Master’s return from seclusion!"

"Mm."

The white-haired man nodded indifferently. His eyes swept over the crowd, finally resting on Jun Wushuang as he slowly spoke, "Wushuang, how are things on Pengze Immortal Island? Have those Pengze disciples been won over?"

Hearing this, Jun Wushuang froze. With a sudden THUD, he fell to his knees before the white-haired man. "Please forgive me, Master! Your disciple failed to win the competition for the Celestial Mirror Order!"

"Hm?"

The white-haired man’s expression faltered, clearly not expecting such an answer. "What did you say?"

Jun Wushuang paused, fell silent for a moment, then slowly spoke again, "Please forgive me, Master! Your disciple failed to win the competition for the Celestial Mirror Order!"

When he heard Jun Wushuang’s words a second time, the white-haired man’s face darkened. "Absurd! Wushuang, the current generation of disciples in the Cyan Nether Sword Sect are all incompetents. Not even Gu Muyun or Ouyang Cheng are a match for you. How could you possibly lose?

Who was the one who won this time?"

Hearing this, Jun Wushuang lowered his head and said nothing.

Beside them, the Fusang Elder hesitated for a moment before cautiously stepping forward. "Island Master, the disciple who won the Celestial Mirror Order contest this time seems to have a rather unusual relationship with the Grand Elder!"

"Oh? An unusual relationship with the Grand Elder?"

The white-haired man seemed somewhat intrigued. He turned to the Fusang Elder, Xu Jin. "Is this person’s cultivation level very high?"

The Fusang Elder, Xu Jin, froze, a look of embarrassment crossing his face. He hesitated, but still answered slowly, "To answer the Island Master, he has only just entered the Earth Profound Realm!"

"Hm?"

The white-haired man paused, his brows suddenly knitting together. "Does he have a high status then?"

The Fusang Elder, Xu Jin, faltered again, still looking embarrassed. After a moment’s hesitation, he slowly said, "No, he’s just an ordinary outer sect disciple."

"What!"

At these words, the white-haired man’s face turned black as ink. He whipped his head around to stare coldly at Vice Island Master Han. "Han Ming, to be safe, did I not give you that Mad Demon Dust Pill? You didn’t use it?"

Vice Island Master Han froze, an equally embarrassed look on his face. "Replying to Master, we did use it. But we still lost."

As he spoke, Vice Island Master Han slowly turned to look at Du Qingshu.

Du Qingshu’s face was deathly pale. His legs trembled, and he collapsed to his knees with a THUD.

"What!"

At this moment, the white-haired man was utterly enraged.

"Useless!"

With a furious shout, the white-haired man shot a single, cold glance at Du Qingshu.

He didn’t even move.

"WAH!"

Du Qingshu suddenly cried out and spat a large mouthful of blood.

"BANG!"

He was sent flying, crashing heavily against a wall. His head lolled to one side as he passed out.

Instantly, everyone fell deathly silent, not a single person daring to make a sound. They even breathed cautiously, terrified of provoking the enraged Island Master.