Even if it means mutual destruction, I will make this human cultivator pay the price.
"Looking for death!"
Noticing that the Thunder Flood Dragon seemed inclined to self-destruct its Essence Soul Pill, a flash of lethal intent appeared in Xu Ping's eyes, and his entire aura suddenly became incredibly sharp.
A towering sword light suddenly shone, like a lightning bolt that tore through the darkness, instantly severing the proud head of the Thunder Flood Dragon.
As the Flood Dragon's blood spurted, its dark blue scales lost their luster, and the hundred-zhang long body collapsed onto the sea surface like a crumbling mountain, raising towering waves.
"The... Thunder Flood Dragon... is dead?"
On the shattered Mystic Turtle spiritual ship, the scene was deathly still.
Two cultivators at the Golden Core Perfection stage were trembling all over, as if they had seen a ghost.
