Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 841 - 750 Killing a Seventh-Order Flood Dragon

Chapter 841: 750 Killing a Seventh-Order Flood Dragon

The blue sonic attack headed straight for the two Blood Shark Beasts, distorting and warping the void as it passed.

The two Blood Shark Beasts, dizzy and disoriented from the noise,

saw their own red sonic attacks collide with the blue sonic wave, shattering instantly like a hammer smashing paper.

Just as the two Blood Shark Beasts were about to cast spells to resist the blue sonic wave, Shen Long also summoned his Dharma Nature, and a gigantic humanoid phantom appeared above his head.

"Suppress!"

The humanoid phantom spoke.

Shen Long had ascended to the Unity Stage, and his Dharma Nature could suppress Monster Beasts of the same rank without a True Spirit Bloodline. This was the prowess of the Myriad Beasts True Scripture.

Hearing this, the bodies of the two Blood Shark Beasts softened.

They watched helplessly as the blue sonic wave swept through their bodies, emitting extremely agonizing screams.

Their bodies bore no wounds, but their internal organs were shattered by the blue sonic wave, and the two giant shark phantoms also dissolved.

With a single strike, Shen Long had killed two seventh-rank early stage Blood Shark Beasts. Now, ordinary seventh-rank Monster Beasts were no match for him, which was why Shen Long dared to hunt such beasts alone at sea.

Two mini sharks flew out from the bodies and hadn’t gotten far before they were enveloped in a green light and pulled into a green jade vase.

"Sonic attacks are indeed formidable."

Shen Long showed a pleased expression, beckoning with one hand as the green jade vase flew towards him and slipped into his sleeve.

Ordinary defensive treasures couldn’t block sonic attacks. This was only the second form of the attack, and Shen Long didn’t even need to use the third form. Relying solely on his Dharma Nature and the True Dragon Spirit Howl, he could easily kill ordinary seventh-rank Monster Beasts.

He collected the bodies of the two Blood Shark Beasts, while the old man in green robes had already fled from sight.

Shen Long deactivated his Dharma Nature and flew towards the distance, soon disappearing into the sky.

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Qinglian Marketplace, Cloud Sea Garden.

Xu Jing and a voluptuous woman in a red dress sat in a green stone pavilion, chatting over tea.

"The Shennong Conference! I will lead the team myself! Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Daoist Friend Zhao from the Shennong Pavilion in many years."

The woman in red showed a nostalgic expression.

Li Yun, currently the only seventh-tier Alchemist of the Four Seas Sect.

"Senior Sister Li, I heard that Daoist Friend Shen from the Qianling Sect has also arrived in Qinglian Marketplace."

Xu Jing said.

"Qianling Sect? Which Daoist Friend Shen?"

Li Yun looked slightly startled.

"It’s understandable that Senior Sister Li, who has been in closed-door cultivation, doesn’t recognize Daoist Friend Shen. He is a newly ascended Unity Cultivator of the Qianling Sect and also a seventh-tier Alchemist. His own Spirit Beasts can set up a Spirit Beast Battle Array."

Xu Jing explained.

"Where is he now? Have him come over and we can meet,"

Li Yun said.

"Daoist Friend Shen will be leaving the marketplace soon; I’ll send someone to invite him over when he returns!"

Xu Jing said.

Li Yun nodded, then, recollecting something, curiously asked, "I heard there’s a seventh-tier Flood Dragon lurking around."

"That’s true, but it’s an event from decades ago. It killed two Unity Cultivators and severely wounded another. After that incident, we organized several Unity Cultivators to hunt down the Flood Dragon, but we never found its lair. It might be hiding somewhere, or perhaps it’s been killed by other Daoists by now!"

Xu Jing slowly said.

"Perhaps! I was hoping to obtain some seventh-tier Flood Dragon Essence Blood to refine an Elixir,"

Li Yun said in a tone of regret.

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As time passed, more than forty years went by.

A vast expanse of the golden sea area stretched beneath a clear, boundless sky.

A golden escape light appeared on the distant horizon, paused with a flicker, and revealed a constantly shimmering golden flying boat.

Five men and one woman stood on the golden flying boat, led by a burly young man in a blue shirt. They were all Void Refinement cultivators.

"Recently, there have been reports of a seventh-order Flood Dragon causing trouble; two seniors have already fallen victim. We better not proceed further; encountering a seventh-order Flood Dragon would be troublesome."

A chubby man in a golden shirt suggested, his face full of worry.

"With such a vast sea area, what are the chances of us running into a seventh-order Flood Dragon? We’ve been out at sea for so long, and our gains have been too little. We at least need to hunt ten sixth-order Monster Beasts before returning."

The young man in the blue shirt said in a deep voice.

"We should still be cautious! No matter what..."

Before the man in the golden shirt could finish his sentence, a thunderous dragon roar reverberated from the horizon.

The faces of the six young people in blue shirts changed dramatically; they never expected to actually encounter a seventh-order Flood Dragon, and now they were in trouble.

A thousand-foot-long black Flood Dragon appeared on the distant horizon, swiftly flying toward them.

"Not good, it’s a seventh-order Ink Flood Dragon! Run!"

The young man in the blue shirt exclaimed.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose on the sea surface, and thousands of feet high cyan tornadoes appeared, rushing toward the black Flood Dragon from all directions.

The black Flood Dragon roared skyward, emitting a black sonic attack that met the approaching tornadoes.

The black sonic waves collided with the numerous cyan tornadoes, unleashing a deafening boom. Several cyan tornadoes burst apart, releasing a powerful shockwave that spread in all directions, causing the seawater to churn and rise into towering waves.

As the seawater surged violently, a massive Blue True Dragon emerged from beneath the sea.

The Blue Giant Dragon’s surface glowed brightly with blue light, exuding an imposing aura.

"True Dragon!"

The voice of the Ink Flood Dragon was filled with panic as its body uncontrollably trembled.

Upon closer observation, several of its scales had come off, and it was bleeding profusely.

The Blue Giant Dragon roared toward the sky and emitted a blue sonic attack that went straight for the Ink Flood Dragon.

The Ink Flood Dragon released a black sonic attack to meet it.

The blue sonic wave was a True Dragon Spirit Howl, a Divine Skill of the True Dragon, vastly superior to the sonic attack of the Flood Dragon.

When the two sonic waves collided, the black sonic wave shattered instantly like an egg striking a rock.

The blue sonic wave swiftly swept across the body of the Ink Flood Dragon, which emitted an excruciating roar as its massive body writhed uncontrollably.

Before long, its enormous body fell from the sky and smashed into the sea, lifeless.

The Ink Flood Dragon’s internal organs were shattered by the blue sonic wave, and its body was destroyed as a miniature Flood Dragon escaped from it.

The sea surface exploded, creating gigantic waves thousands of feet high that sealed off an area of a hundred miles. The six young people in blue shirts could not see the inside.

Naturally, the six young people in blue shirts did not dare to linger and fled in different directions, soon disappearing without a trace.

It was not long before the giant waves dissipated, revealing the figure of Shen Long.

Over the years, he had been hunting seventh-order Monster Beasts near the Qinglian Archipelago, killing a large number of them and obtaining quite a few seventh-order Demon Cores.

The power of the True Dragon Spirit Howl was immense; even the strongest-bodied seventh-order early stage Monster Beasts could not withstand it.

Of course, Shen Long had also encountered seventh-order late-stage Monster Beasts; he would transform into a White Tiger and use wind divine skills to escape.

As a White Tiger proficient in wind divine skills, he was excellent at both escaping and pursuing.

"I didn’t expect to encounter this Flood Dragon; it’s been a worthwhile trip."

Shen Long muttered to himself, a smile on his face.

He had been aware of the seventh-order Ink Flood Dragon’s presence but had never encountered it.

Recently, when the Ink Flood Dragon attacked cultivators again, Shen Long rushed to the scene as quickly as possible, but the Ink Flood Dragon had already fled.

Shen Mei traced it using its scent and found the Ink Flood Dragon’s lair, where Shen Long personally eliminated it.

He collected the Ink Flood Dragon’s corpse and left the area as an escape light.