Aaang!

The calm over Nanhong's waters and lands was suddenly torn apart by a shrill dragon's cry.

It rang like metal on stone, deafening.

A huge shadow swept across the sky like dark clouds blotting out the sun, and a scarlet downpour fell on the world below, fouling water and earth alike.

The heavy smell of blood spread, and countless living things looked up in horror.

Cultivators and demons, mortals and beasts—all of them saw that colossal thing stretching on like a mountain range, too long to take in at a glance.

A great demon that had hidden deep in Nanhong and ruled over the Dragon Palace was now letting out wail after wail!

Anyone with eyes could see that this peerless monster was fighting with everything it had to get back into the water, yet again and again an invisible force dragged its thrashing body back into the sky.

What terrifying being could hold a great demon like this and not let it break free?

At last, a figure that suddenly leapt up caught everyone's eye.

A young man, saber in one hand, stood on the dragon's body, huge as a mountain range. His left arm shot out, his long fingers clamped around a fistful of dragon whiskers—and the next moment, he actually hauled that "mountain range" upward!

The sight was so staggering that everyone stood frozen in place.

The next moment, their vision went red.

Squelch!

The gold-veined black saber drove hard through the South Dragon King's scaled armor and broke open its flesh, throwing up wave after wave of blood.

Against the old dragon's terrifying size, the long saber was little more than a toothpick.

Yet as the young man swung his arm, the wound, tiny against that dragon body, instantly widened more than a hundredfold.

Dazzling black-gold light burst out, as if to tear the old dragon apart completely!

One cut after another!

The waves of blood soaked the young man's robe and hair and turned his fair face blood red. Only his gray eyes stayed calm.

“Roar!”

There was only one dragon demon this fearsome…