Before her.
A massive Flood Dragon head was obediently lying on the shore. Beneath its enormous claws, it pinned two blood-soaked Grandmasters whose Qi Seas had been destroyed!
At the other end stood an Armless Martial Artist with flowing black hair. The full moon and the fading sun seemed to shine down upon his head. Just one glance made Zhao Jiu's heart tremble, and a deep sense of dread bloomed within him.
Because beneath his blade...
lay two more Grandmasters!
In other words—
He was no weaker than a Flood Dragon—a Flood Dragon in human form!
SPLASH!
A spray of water flew into the air.
THUD!
Just then!
A youth with a bow on his back suddenly shot out from the surging waves on a sampan, crashing straight onto the shore. He then grabbed the four young masters at his feet—all at Great Success in Second Refinement, a few of whom Zhao Jiu vaguely recognized...
And tossed them onto the bank, one by one!
"Master, don't worry. None of them got away. They're all here."
