The blades of sound couldn't stop the white flood dragon.
But they did manage to slow its attack for just a breath.
Leng Qianyu seized the chance and quickly retreated several steps.
"Roar!"
At that moment, the three Great Demon Kings lunged forward as well.
"Everyone, attack!"
A monk behind Kongxing shouted.
In this situation, no one could just stand by.
In an instant, the cultivators from the Ice Palace, the Great Buddha Temple, and Wutong Island all struck together.
The Wei clan disciples didn't hesitate either and soon joined the battle.
"Your Highness?"
Lin Shu and the others looked at Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng gave a slight nod.
Immediately, they also charged into the fight.
The five groups of cultivators clashed with the horde of beasts.
The beast tide was quickly suppressed.
Just then, the white flood dragon let out a strange dragon's roar.
The sound was soft, yet like an unseen tidal wave, carrying a terrifying spiritual force.
Many cultivators felt their minds being dragged into a dark abyss, fear spreading across their faces.
"Kongxing, quickly!"
Leng Qianyu shouted.
Kongxing wasted no time. He closed his eyes and began chanting sutras.
It was the Great Buddha Temple's Great Buddha Heart-Calming Mantra, which could steady the mind and dispel negative spiritual assaults.
Not only that, the Buddhist chant seemed to restrain the white flood dragon itself.
The massive beast's body froze for an instant.
A Martial King behind Leng Qianyu saw the opening and charged straight at the flood dragon.
But in the next moment, a sinister light flashed in the flood dragon's eyes.
It suddenly thrust out its claws and struck like lightning.
The Ice Palace Martial King felt as though he had fallen into an icy pit.
He had never imagined that the beast's earlier stiffness was just an act.
A mere beast could be this cunning.
It was too late to dodge. The claw came down, and he was smashed into pulp on the spot.
A Martial King had been killed in an instant.
"Damn it."
"This beast is even harder to deal with than we thought."
Everyone's faces turned grim.
It wasn't just that the flood dragon was strong—it was also terrifyingly intelligent.
A chill swept through everyone's hearts.
Next, the white flood dragon attacked recklessly.
With its terrifying strength and near-impenetrable defense, it didn't need to hold back at all.
Even with the five forces working together, they couldn't stop it.
"How are we supposed to fight this?"
Some with weaker willpower were already on the verge of breaking down.
"Leave the beast to me. You all deal with the others."
A calm voice rang out.
It was Yang Cheng. He began walking straight toward the white flood dragon.
He hadn't taken action before because he was observing it in secret.
To know yourself and know your enemy—that was the only way to win every battle.
After watching long enough, he had finally grasped the beast's combat patterns.
Everyone nearby was stunned.
At that moment, Yang Cheng's side that had been holding the beast back was led by Shen Muxue.
Without hesitation, she immediately withdrew.
Seeing that, the other sect cultivators also pulled back from the flood dragon.
Now, Yang Cheng was standing just five zhang away from it.
A look of disdain flashed in the beast's eyes. Its tail whipped out violently.
The waterfall nearby surged, dragged along by the strike, and the dragon's tail came crashing down with a flood of raging waves.
Yang Cheng didn't dodge. His right hand clenched into a fist.
Crimson Flood Dragon Divine Fist!
His fist path had reached perfection. With innate fist intent supporting it, its power was no less than his sword path.
Boom!
He threw his punch, like a crimson flood dragon bursting forth.
In that moment, it was as if two dragons collided head-on.
Yang Cheng's fist force smashed directly against the flood dragon's tail, forcing it back with sheer power.
The white flood dragon howled in pain, its roar shaking the air. Its claws tore through the void, striking straight at Yang Cheng.
But Yang Cheng didn't retreat in the slightest. He raised his fists and met the beast head-on.
The massive claws were forcefully blocked.
Boom, boom, boom—
The white flood dragon grew more enraged, its attacks more savage, as it clashed with Yang Cheng in close combat.
Yet no matter how violently it struck, it could not overwhelm him.
The sight left everyone present utterly shocked.
That was a flood dragon—a demon emperor-level beast.
Such creatures had the most terrifying bodies. Even Martial Emperors of the same level would be torn apart if they tried to face it directly.
And now, what were they seeing?
Yang Cheng, Crown Prince of Great Zhou, fighting the flood dragon with his bare hands, evenly matched blow for blow.
That small human figure in front of them seemed less like a man and more like a monster.
The white flood dragon's fury only grew.
But just when it thought Yang Cheng's true strength lay only in his fists—
Yang Cheng's figure blurred, ghost-like, appearing above its head. His wooden sword erupted with destructive sword qi as he stabbed straight at its skull.
The flood dragon was caught off guard.
Shhk!
The blade pierced several inches into its flesh before catching against its hard scales.
Pain seared through its head, and in a rage it whipped its massive skull, flinging Yang Cheng and his sword away.
Yang Cheng flipped in midair and landed steadily, his battle intent burning brighter than ever.
"As I thought. Ordinary means can't harm you."
Slowly, he raised his left hand.
The Ancestral Dragon Sword Body suddenly awakened.
A faint, ancient dragon's roar echoed from within him, and behind him appeared the hazy shadow of a golden dragon.
The white flood dragon instantly felt suffocated.
The might of the ancestral dragon carried an innate suppression against it.
Sensing danger, its scales bristled, demon power surging wildly as a bloody barrier wrapped around its body.
Flood dragon Secret Art—Blood Scale Armor!
"Roar!"
It bellowed and lunged forward, unleashing claws, tail, and dragon breath all at once, its assault like a storm.
Yang Cheng moved like lightning, weaving through the onslaught, as if he had already predicted every strike.
This was the fruit of his earlier observation.
He had completely grasped the flood dragon's patterns.
Suddenly—
A figure leapt down from the branches of a nearby tree.
It was Tang Xingyu.
She was small, still young, her presence easily overlooked.
Yang Cheng had already arranged this in secret—she would wait for the right moment to strike.
In an instant, Tang Xingyu landed atop the flood dragon's head.
With Yang Cheng holding its attention, the beast couldn't spare a thought for her.
Her tiny fist came crashing down.
Her strength was monstrous. The flood dragon's head reeled, its mind dazed from the blow.
Almost at the same time—
Swish!
Yang Cheng's figure vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already beneath the flood dragon's neck.
The beast snapped back to awareness, shocked. It tried to twist its body to escape, but it was too late.
Yang Cheng's wooden sword thrust out, piercing straight into the flood dragon's reverse scale.
The most vital of its scales—shattered with a single strike.
Pchhk!
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
The white flood dragon let out a shrill, agonized scream. Its massive body thrashed wildly, but its demon power was already draining away like a receding tide.
Yang Cheng showed no mercy. His sword plunged deeper into the wound, and destructive sword qi exploded within its body.
Boom!
The flood dragon's organs were shredded to pieces. Its life force drained rapidly, and at last, its colossal frame crashed to the ground.
The battlefield fell silent.
Everyone stared in disbelief, unable to accept what they had just seen.
"This… it's over already?"
Someone muttered in shock.
Leng Qianyu, Kongxing, Lu Yun, and the others stood frozen.
They had all fought this flood dragon before and knew its terrifying power.
Leng Qianyu especially—she had been crushed by it not long ago.
And yet, this same existence had been slain by Yang Cheng.
The whole battle ended so fast it was unbelievable.
So fast that before they could even react, the white flood dragon was already dead.