Three Senior Sisters and a Junior Brother

The flood snake felt as if countless knives were scraping against its bones.

And countless hands were pulling out its tendons.

Even its head felt like it was being drilled open by something.

At this moment, the flood snake had lost the ability to think.

It could only writhe its body and roar madly.

To vent its agony.

However, in the eyes of the shocked Ancient Clan members.

They were witnessing the flood snake thrashing about in the air.

Its massive body.

Showing no signs of falling to the ground.

At the same time, milky-white scales grew on the flood snake's abdomen.

Purple scales sprouted on its back.

It even grew a dorsal fin stretching from its head to its tail.

Fleshy buds popped out on its body, quickly growing into limbs and sharp claws.

Finally, a pair of long horns grew on its head.

The horns branched out like tree limbs.

The unbearable pain gradually ceased.

The flood snake only felt an unparalleled sense of power.

By the time it fully regained its senses.

It realized that its body was actually hovering in mid-air.

It was an instinctual feeling of riding the wind and soaring through the sky.

At this moment.

It finally realized.

That it was no longer a snake.

But a dragon!

A flood dragon!

It roared towards the heavens!

The sound shook the nine heavens!

With this roar.

All living creatures in the Kunlun Mountains trembled in fear.

Even the Spirit Crane almost plummeted from the sky.

Chen Feng felt a wave of shock as a layer of goosebumps erupted all over his body.

This was a true dragon's roar.

It was not just a roar, but it also contained the majesty of a dragon.

An innate suppression of the bloodline.

This roar.

Was heard clearly throughout the entire Kunlun City.

Dugu Sword Demon also felt his hairs stand on end in an instant.

Some ordinary people's legs gave out on the spot, and they slumped to the ground.

Some timid individuals even wet themselves right then and there.

The might of a dragon's roar!

Was evident for all to see.

The flood snake's transformation into a dragon was almost complete.

However, it only possessed the form of a dragon and had yet to awaken the true innate talents of a flood dragon.

At this point, only the final step remained.

The River Journey!

Swimming down the river into the sea to completely transform into a true flood dragon.

Only then would it be a genuine flood dragon.

Capable of summoning the wind and calling for the rain!

Able to overturn rivers and seas!

At this moment, the flood snake was unwilling to wait even a single second.

It flew through the air, heading straight for the Tongtian River, which was the closest to the Kunlun Mountains.

The Tongtian River was the largest river in Great Xia.

It spanned across almost the entirety of Great Xia.

The flood snake planned to enter the sea through this river to complete its final ritual.

The people of the Ancient Clan watched as the flood dragon simply flew away.

They stood there, dumbfounded.

"Where is our clan's sacred beast going?"

A young man asked.

An elder came to his senses and said:

"There is still one final step for a flood snake to become a dragon, and that is for the flood dragon to enter the sea."

"Only by completing the river journey ritual can it truly become a flood dragon."

"Once the flood snake transforms into a flood dragon, it surely will not forget the kindness of our Ancient Clan."

Following the elder's words.

The crowd's sense of loss eased a little.

It was then that they remembered.

There was still an important matter to attend to.

"Continue the pursuit of Chen Feng!"

"The Spirit Crane is injured! They won't get far."

"I am on the verge of breaking through to the Martial Saint realm. Chen Feng will undoubtedly die today!"

"Kill!"

...

The crowd of Ancient Clan members once again chased after Chen Feng.

During the pursuit, some among the Ancient Clan began to break through to the Martial Saint cultivation level.

However, most of them stopped breaking through once they reached the peak of the Martial Venerable realm.

Only over three hundred people managed to break through to the Martial Saint level.

At this time, the number one expert of the Ancient Clan.

Had already reached an entirely different state.

His whole body appeared almost transparent as he hovered in the air.

Nine small golden suns revolved around him.

Radiating a scorching heat.

Several other faster Ancient Clan elders took the lead in chasing after Chen Feng.

Among them, a young-looking man was the fastest.

This person appeared young, but he had actually cultivated the Ancient Clan's Ageless Everlasting Spring Art.

The martial art he was most proud of.

Was the Cloud Ladder Leap.

Right now, he was flying directly through the air, his speed even a fraction faster than the injured Spirit Crane.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The fleeing Spirit Crane was just about to reach the Four Symbols Chasm.

It was only a little bit away from reaching the Black Tortoise Mountain.

It didn't expect to have already been caught up by an Ancient Clan Martial Saint.

Normally.

It wouldn't fear a Martial Saint.

But now, heavily injured, it was no match for a Martial Saint.

The Spirit Crane said anxiously:

"For thousands of years, the Ancient Clan has always been the guardian of the Qilin!"

"Has your generation truly decided to disgrace your ancestors?"

The man coldly snorted and shouted:

"We guarded the Qilin for thousands of years, and we got nothing."

"Now we are the guardians of the flood dragon!"

"Our Ancient Clan will leave this savage land and conquer the outside world."

Hearing the words guardians of the flood dragon.

The Spirit Crane let out a rare, human-like sound of mockery.

"The Qilin is an auspicious beast, while the flood dragon is an evil beast."

"What does an evil beast need a guardian for?"

"By betraying the Qilin, it seems the destiny of your Ancient Clan has come to an end."

The man didn't waste any more words.

Light waves flowed within his body as he pointed a finger at the Spirit Crane's back.

Six Meridians Divine Sword!

Shangyang Sword!

This finger's sword aura shot out like a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly crossing a distance of a hundred meters.

Chen Feng, sitting upright on the Spirit Crane's back, was startled.

If the Spirit Crane were to be hit by this.

It would likely die here today alongside the Qilin.

And with a group of Martial Saints chasing him, he would certainly have no chance of survival either.

Chen Feng had no time to overthink.

No matter what, he couldn't just sit and wait for death.

He immediately forced out his Indestructible Golden Body.

At the same time, he applied the Northern Darkness Divine Art to the surface of the Indestructible Golden Body.

Attempting to mitigate the power of this strike.

It was better for him to die alone than for all of them to die!

Seeing that Chen Feng was actually vainly attempting to block his Six Meridians Divine Sword.

The man scoffed.

"No matter how monstrous a genius you are, you are currently just a Peak Grandmaster with six thousand vitality points!"

"And I am now a Martial Saint with nearly thirty thousand vitality points!"

"I'd like to see how an ant like you tries to shake a tree!"

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, channeling the Indestructible Golden Body and the Northern Darkness Divine Art with all his might.

He knew he definitely couldn't block it.

But even if he couldn't, he had to try.

The moment the sword aura of the Six Meridians Divine Sword struck the protective astral qi shield of the Indestructible Golden Body.

The Indestructible Golden Body only held out for a split second before instantly shattering.

The sword aura pierced straight through Chen Feng's chest.

Leaving a fist-sized hole.

However, the power of this sword aura was also vastly weakened.

It did not cause any severe damage to the Spirit Crane.

Scalding blood splattered out.

Spraying all over Qianqian.

The strong stench of blood made Qianqian hurriedly blow her harmonica.

Then she saw her master clutching the bloody hole in his chest, coughing up blood continuously.

"Master!"

Qianqian rushed to Chen Feng's side.

And said in a panic:

"Master, quickly eat a Vermilion Fruit!"

"We'll be safe once we reach the Black Tortoise Mountain!"

Chen Feng smiled bitterly.

He had given all three Vermilion Fruits to the Qilin; he no longer had any Vermilion Fruits.

Enduring the excruciating pain in his chest, he said:

"Qianqian, you must go to the outside world."

"You still have three senior sisters and one junior brother waiting out there."

"The Ancient Clan probably won't kill you. You must find a way to help your senior sisters and junior brother!"

Chen Feng knew at this moment.

That he, like countless predecessors, would probably remain forever within these Kunlun Mountains.

But thinking of the hundreds of Martial Saints in the Ancient Clan.

He knew that Great Xia was doomed.

And his feud with the Ancient Clan would very likely implicate his disciples on the outside.

At this moment, the only hope was to rely on Qianqian's identity as a member of the Ancient Clan to help the disciples outside escape danger.