About a hundred breaths after Sun Yuzhi and Chen Sheng had fled, an old monk in a bright yellow robe suddenly descended, his entire being exuding the terrifying aura of the Mystic Realm.
His face was gaunt, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. His long white eyebrows and beard fluttered in the wind. He was none other than Monk Kongjian, the First Seat of the Precepts Institute at Golden Spring Temple.
A cold fury flared in Monk Kongjian's eyes as he stared at the mangled flood dragon corpse on the ground.
This Poisonous Flood Dragon was something Golden Spring Temple had acquired only with great difficulty. In order to have it Transform into a Flood Dragon, they had invested countless resources to nurture it to its current state. For Golden Spring Temple, it was of paramount importance.
Only after it successfully transformed into a Flood Dragon could its essence blood provide a continuous resource for Golden Spring Temple.
But now.
It was dead!
