But no one had expected... this.
And it wasn't just them.
Even Duan Chenzhou himself was stunned.
He watched, wide-eyed, as the Wild Flood Dragon shed blood and retreated as if it had seen a ghost.
His confidence had been sky-high, but now he couldn't help but look down at his blade, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
'Could it be...'
'Have I been underestimating my own strength?'
'A Flood Dragon... is truly no match for me?!'
However, in the next moment,
the frantically retreating Wild Flood Dragon put a hundred feet between itself and the pier, prostrating itself in the boundless Vast Sea. Its voice was low and muffled:
"Cangming..."
"greets the Dragon Monarch!"
Dragon Monarch?
Where did a Dragon Monarch come from?
The moment he said this, the Grandmasters and disciples from the Prefecture froze. And then...
They saw a young woman on the pier behind Duan Chenzhou pull back her hood.
