In Desolate Beast Valley, there were rumors of a terrifying Water Demon lurking in the cold pond. Many unknowing trialists had ventured into the cold pond in search of treasures, but they were all eliminated by the Water Demon.
Even more so, some didn’t even have the chance to crush their Spirit Talisman for self-protection before they were killed, instilling a deep fear of the cold pond’s Water Demon among countless trialists.
But at this moment, the Water Demon was finally disturbed. Dozens of True Essence Powers bombarded the cold pond, provoking the deeply hidden Water Demon to emerge. The water surface exploded, and the cold mist spread across the sky, everything was hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.
However, everyone could see, amidst the hazy cold mist, a vaguely enormous figure intermittently appeared, massive in a way that hadn’t been seen before; it seemed even larger than the Scale Armor Golden Lion Ye Chen had caught to serve as his mount, and between the obscurities, there was an even more terrifying Demon Power wafting.
A majestic howl emanated from the cold mist, the sound waves rippling through, dispersing all the cold mist. Demon Beasts in the area trembled, even the Golden Lion growled lowly, showing a trace of fear as if ordinary people encountered a high and lofty Emperor, only able to submit.
Ye Chen’s expression slightly stiffened, this Water Demon in the cold pond was far more formidable than imagined.
As the cold mist completely cleared, everyone’s eyes fixed unblinkingly there, and at this moment, everyone’s eyes widened immensely.
Its body, like that of a snake, was thick as a tree trunk that four or five people could embrace together, nearly a hundred meters long, covered with huge black scale plates sparkling darkly, a horn on its head, and claws under its belly.
With the cold fog no longer hiding it, the terrifying Demon Power swept over everyone, immensely terrifying, making many trialists feel a pressure as if a great mountain was pressing on their shoulders, even slowing down the flow of True Essence Power inside their bodies by many folds.
Is this... the Water Demon of the cold pond?
Everyone’s hearts trembled; wasn’t this a Jiao Dragon?
According to extremely ancient texts recorded in worldly scriptures, there exists a kind of mythical and supreme creature, the True Dragon, which surpasses the Heavenly Gods and reigns over the Divine, being the most powerful creature that possesses Divine Power capable of devastating heavens and earth.
But it has always been unseen since ancient times, heard in legends but never encountered, and people have always believed it to be a fictional creature, nonexistent.
However, the existence of this Demon Jiao proved the existence of True Dragons.
The Jiao Dragon, although not a True Dragon, possesses a trace of the bloodline of True Dragons, the strongest race between heaven and earth, with a Supreme Level lineage in the mortal world, enormously terrifying, far superior to other Demon Beast bloodlines.
Everyone had not expected that the Water Demon of the cold pond was actually a Demon Jiao, and with such a form and such Demon Power, it clearly surpassed even that of the Innate Martial God Demon Beast.
Countless people in Desolate Beast Valley couldn’t help but swallow a gulp of saliva, shocked, but even more so, fearful, and they even began cursing at the Eighth Prince, Yangg Jun.
Dammit, of all things to provoke, it had to provoke such a terrifying Demon Jiao, which not even a Martial God might be able to handle.
Eighth Prince himself was gulping heavily; how could he have anticipated that the Water Demon hidden in the cold pond was such a fearsome Demon Jiao? He instantly regretted his actions. Had he known earlier, even if it meant elimination, he would not have dared to provoke it.
But with things having come to this point, there was no other way; knowing that this Demon Beast had gained intelligence upon reaching the Martial God Realm, the Eighth Prince quickly pointed at Ye Chen and yelled at the Jiao Dragon, "It was him who woke you up."
"Shameless fellow, truly disgraceful!"
The Thirteenth Prince, Vivian, and others couldn’t help but change their expressions. Were they really pointing the finger at Ye Chen?
"Evil begets evil; you must not live. Since you’re bent on seeking death, don’t blame me." Ye Chen snorted coldly, his palm motioning in the air, and he actually managed to pull the Eighth Prince towards him, then with a slap, he sent him flying towards the Jiao Dragon.
"Ye Chen, what are you doing, are you trying to completely offend the Tianqi Empire?" Yangg Jun yelled in horror but kept charging towards the Jiao Dragon, at this moment, watching the Jiao Dragon nervously, he pleaded with a bow, "Great Jiao Dragon, please don’t kill me, it’s all that kid’s fault... don’t!"
However, the Jiao Dragon opened its huge gaping mouth and exhaled a cold white light. As soon as it appeared, everyone felt a bone-piercing chill. The Eighth Prince felt his life in danger and immediately crushed his Spirit Talisman. The Martial God’s faint glow protected him, opting for elimination.
But this white light was not ordinary, it was the Jiao Dragon’s breath, the Ice Breath, containing extreme coldness, able to completely freeze everything into ash.
When the Ice Breath hit the faint glow of the Spirit Talisman, Yangg Jun realized in horror that the glow, capable of withstanding a strike from a Martial God, only held for a brief moment before quickly disappearing, unable to block it at all.
The Ice Breath subsequently fell upon the Eighth Prince, and Yangg Jun had not had time to scream before his whole body rapidly transformed from the inside out into a human-shaped ice sculpture, and then quickly disintegrated into powder and scattered.
The Eighth Prince was dead!
Everyone’s complexion changed. This was the Eighth Prince from the Tianqi Empire, a member of the royal family, bloodline noble, also the true brother of Yangg Shaoqi, a Super Expert on the Trial Road. His death was bound to stir up a huge storm, shaking the entire Trial Road.
But all this was not the focus at the moment, because after annihilating the Eighth Prince, the Ice Breath’s momentum did not lessen as it charged toward the crowds, causing everyone to panic. It became evident that even the Divine Light from the Spirit Talisman failed to work under the Ice Breath; how horrifying could this Demon Flood Dragon be.
It was unclear who shouted, but followed by everyone running frantically in every direction, not daring to run in the same direction, lest they be completely crushed and killed.
However, the Ice Breath was faster. As it hit the ground, it instantly transformed into a vast expanse of ice fog that spread out, covering the sky. Wherever it passed, the ground was frozen, trees turned into ice sculptures and shattered, everything turned to ash.
The scope of the ice fog was immense, spanning hundreds of feet, impacting at least hundreds of people.
At this time, had they burst their Spirit Talismans, it might have been okay as the ice fog diluted and was not as terrifying as the initial white light. However, those Trialists who had not burst their talismans turned into ice sculptures, along with their talismans, completely turning to dust. At least thirty to forty people were affected, causing many onlookers to look on in horror.
"Hurry and run, ask the Gate Master from the Eighth or Ninth Pass to suppress this Demon Flood Dragon, otherwise, it will be a disaster on the Trial Road."
Because of their proximity to the cold pond, the people from Xiafeng Country including the Thirteenth Prince were also heavily impacted by the cold fog and had to burst their Spirit Talismans for self-preservation. But Ye Chen emitted a burst of golden light that completely stopped the advance of the ice fog, preventing it from reaching the Thirteenth Prince and others.
Then, he stepped out in front of them.
People called out, but this was not the time for small talk. Ye Chen looked unusually solemn as he said, "You guys go first, I’ll handle this."
"Ye Chen, don’t be too confident. This Demon Flood Dragon is very terrifying, comparable to a real Martial God," the Thirteenth Prince said gravely. Vivian and Princess Hongs Rong were also filled with worry, while only Yangg Yi looked at Ye Chen with complexity.
Ye Chen shook his head. "Don’t worry; although this Demon Flood Dragon is terrifying, it’s not possible for it to kill me. It’s a good opportunity to meet this legendary Jiao Dragon."
Everyone’s expression changed, and amidst their astonishment, the Thirteenth Prince had a burning expectation, "Ye Chen, could it be that you have already..."
He didn’t finish his sentence, but the implication was clear, asking if Ye Chen had reached the Martial God Realm.
Ye Chen shook his head slightly, just confidently smiling, "Not yet, but it’s pretty close."
Then, he summoned the Scale Armor Golden Lion, carrying everyone as they soared into the sky, while Ye Chen approached the Demon Flood Dragon step by step. Seeing Ye Chen’s approach, the Trialists who were watching and wondering if Ye Chen would engage the Demon Flood Dragon, were shocked.
Although many thought Ye Chen was being too confident, remembering the scenes of him dealing with Yangg Jun, they couldn’t help but pause in the distant mountains, watching the area around the cold pond with anticipation, wondering if this young man could really handle this Demon Flood Dragon.
The Demon Flood Dragon’s huge eyes stared at Ye Chen, then opened its mouth and released the Ice Breath, which instantly engulfed Ye Chen.
"Ye Chen..." Vivian and the Thirteenth Prince’s faces changed, filled with worry.
The ice fog obscured the sky, and there was silence for a while.
Everyone was stunned; could it be that even someone as strong as Ye Chen had died? They thought there would be a sensational battle, but it seemed they were all disappointed.
Suddenly, the earth trembled visibly, and the vast area covered by the ice fog started rapidly dispersing at an astonishing speed. At the center, a large golden pillar of light shot up into the sky, standing between heaven and earth.
Amidst the boundless golden light, a figure rose up—it was the young man, shaking the mortal world!