"ROAAAAR——"
A furious roar tore through the sky. The vast sea of blood surged into rolling waves.
After the Demonic Flood Dragon Beast King's roar, the waters stained with the beasts' blood churned and roared in violent turbulence.
At the same time, every Demonic Flood Dragon Beast opened its gaping maw and let out shrill, bizarre howls to vent their rage.
Their cries sounded like tigers, yet also like wolves—utterly strange. But one had to admit, the sheer intimidation of those roars was overwhelming.
Fortunately, everyone present was a cultivator of considerable strength. Had an ordinary person heard that sound alone, they would have been frightened to death on the spot.
"Pffft——"
Suddenly, the Demonic Flood Dragon Beast King's mouth changed shape, and without warning, it spat a massive glob of dark, viscous liquid from its gaping jaws, hurtling straight toward Bai Yunxiao.
"Swish swish swish"
Seeing this, Bai Yunxiao hastily swung his King-grade spear, deflecting the incoming torrent of liquid.
"Slap slap slap"
The spear swept sideways, forming an impenetrable shield. Even though the liquid rained down like a furious storm, every last drop was ultimately blocked by the King-grade spear in Bai Yunxiao's hands.
However, just moments after repelling the attack, before Bai Yunxiao could even feel a shred of triumph, his brow furrowed deeply. To his shock, he discovered that although the Demonic Flood Dragon Beast King's assault had been easily deflected, a nauseating stench was now wafting from his own King-grade spear.
"Ha ha ha! Little brat from Greenwood Mountain, how do you like the smell of this king's saliva?" The Demonic Flood Dragon Beast King let out a piercing laugh.
"Ah ha ha ha ha..."
Simultaneously, all the Demonic Flood Dragon Beasts, their massive jaws still agape, ceased their furious howling and instead burst into skyward mockery.
As it turned out, the dark liquid the Demonic Flood Dragon Beast King had spat earlier wasn't some devastating attack at all—it was simply a mouthful of its saliva.
A mouthful of saliva was nothing in itself. But having that mouthful of saliva so earnestly blocked by Bai Yunxiao was rather comical.
"You're the ones courting death."
Being mocked by a pack of beasts—right in front of so many people, no less—Bai Yunxiao was genuinely enraged. His eyes took on an eerie glow as layer upon layer of formidable aura erupted from his body like a hurricane, warping the space around him and sending ripples cascading across the water's surface below.
In this moment, the full might of this prodigious disciple of Greenwood Mountain was laid bare.
"Kill every last one of these beasts. Don't leave a single one alive."
"Kill~~~~~~"
At last, Bai Yunxiao gave the order. The moment the words left his lips, Tao Xiangyu and the others each drew their own King-grade weapons, ready to massacre the entire Demonic Flood Dragon Beast herd and wipe them out completely.
"Whoosh-la-la-la-la"
Yet just as Bai Yunxiao and the others prepared to launch their attack, the Demonic Flood Dragon Beasts, led by their king, flipped their bodies and plunged back beneath the water's surface. The intent was unmistakable—they were trying to flee.
"Wherever you run, death is inevitable." Seeing this, Bai Yunxiao and his companions pivoted on the spot and dove into the water in pursuit.
"Just moments ago they were so imposing, and now they crumble like this? These Demonic Flood Dragon Beasts are as good as dead."
"It's not that the beasts are weak—it's that the disciples of Greenwood Mountain are too powerful. Who could possibly stand against them? Within the Martial King realm, I doubt you could find anyone who could rival these six disciples."