The river came crashing down, shaking the surrounding mountains so violently that some slopes collapsed. In places, the impact split the earth and stone apart, sending avalanches of rubble sliding down from the peaks. The devastation was horrifying, and many villagers who lived along the mountainside suffered for it. Yet there had been no other choice.

If Lord Dragon-Rearer was not eliminated, if his attempt to alter the dragon veins was not stopped, then it would not be merely the people living along the river who suffered, but the entire Kingdom of Jingping.

"Grandpa Blind, Lord Dragon-Rearer can shed his skin to heal his wounds! " Shen Mu came rushing toward them atop the head of the Dragon Qilin and shouted, "Don't let your guard down!

He isn't dead yet!

" The Blind Elder was somewhat puzzled. "What happened to that eel fellow?

I shattered all four of his limbs and every bone in his body, crushed every scale on him, and severed his vitality. Then the Yong River came crashing down on him. How could he possibly still be alive?

" "He isn't dead!

" Shen Mu shouted. "As long as his head hasn't been cut off, no matter how grievous his injuries, he will recover completely after shedding his skin!

" At that moment, the river suddenly surged high into the air. Great waves came rolling down from upstream, rising like mountain peaks. Something enormous was moving beneath the water.

"That Flood Dragon King God raised by Lord Dragon-Rearer has arrived!

It seems Lord Dragon-Rearer really isn't dead. " The Blind Elder's heart tightened. He raised his bamboo staff and pointed it toward the river. Lord Dragon-Rearer lay at the bottom, pinned against the riverbed by the weight of the Yong River.

As the river plunged down from above, it had buried that god beneath the earth, and the tremendous pressure, combined with the Blind Elder's attack, should have been enough to crush him to pieces. The instant the Blind Elder's staff touched the surface of the Yong River, the sapphire-blue body of the Flood Dragon King God coiled around itself. Its enormous head reared high, and the surging river rose in all directions, colliding with the Blind Elder's staff.

Boom!

The Yong River was severed, exposing its deep riverbed. The Dragon Qilin veered away from the shock waves and flew upward.

Lying flat on the Dragon Qilin's back, Shen Mu looked down and saw that the place where Lord Dragon-Rearer lay had become a vast crater. The mud at its bottom had been swept away by the attacks of the Blind Elder and the Flood Dragon King God, leaving Lord Dragon-Rearer sprawled miserably on his back. Yet, just as Shen Mu had expected, Lord Dragon-Rearer was not dead. He was still in the middle of shedding his skin.

Shen Mu cast a hurried glance below and saw that Lord Dragon-Rearer's forehead had already split open.

A huge head was writhing inside his skull, straining to force its way out. "If Lord Dragon-Rearer succeeds in shedding his skin, then with the Flood Dragon King God as his ally, Grandpa Blind may not be his match! " Without time to think, Shen Mu suddenly leaped from the Dragon Qilin's back and sprinted toward Lord Dragon-Rearer at the bottom of the river.

Si Yunxiang and Ling Yuxiu cried out in alarm and hurriedly reached for him, but their hands closed on empty air. Bang!

Shen Mu accelerated faster and faster, surpassing the speed of sound in an instant and leaving a trail of white vapor behind him. The Blind Elder had sealed his three divine treasuries, preventing him from using his vital energy.

But the Plundering Heaven Divine Legs were a bodily divine art, one that drew its power solely from the explosive strength of the physical body. That was something the Blind Elder could not seal.

Shen Mu came rushing down from the sky, straight toward Lord Dragon-Rearer.

At that moment, the waters upstream and downstream began to close in on each other. At the same time, the Blind Elder's Black Tortoise primordial spirit appeared behind him and engaged the Flood Dragon King God in a fierce battle.

The Blind Elder "saw" Shen Mu rushing down from above toward Lord Dragon-Rearer and could not help cursing his audacity. He hurriedly bent a finger and flicked it. Shen Mu was still in midair when a gust of finger force struck him between the brows.

Three thunderous booms immediately rang out inside his body.

The Spirit Embryo, Five Luminaries, and Six Universes divine treasuries opened one after another, and his magic power returned to him.

Shen Mu was overjoyed. Along the riverbank, the Blind Elder attacked furiously, fighting the Flood Dragon King God with all his might so that Shen Mu would not be killed by a single sweep of its tail. "I sealed your divine treasuries, and you still dare to behave so recklessly! You little wretch. How come you never showed such vigor when you were consummating your marriage?

" The Blind Elder's brows and hair flew wildly as he truly lost his temper. The Flood Dragon King God brought down a dragon claw, but the Blind Elder repeatedly tapped it with his bamboo staff. The claw's muscles and bones were instantly thrown into disorder, leaving it unable to exert its strength.

The Blind Elder thrust his staff forward. The river spun and surged, transforming into a great spear that stabbed straight toward the Flood Dragon King God's heart, forcing the creature to rise into the air and evade the blow.

Splat! Before the river could close, Shen Mu plunged headfirst into the mud at the bottom.

A world-shaking crash followed as the waters converged, the vast torrents colliding with terrifying force. Towering waves surged and rolled eastward. At the bottom of the river, Shen Mu held his breath, but the crushing pressure of the converging waters nearly killed him.

His chest felt as though it were about to burst, and his head rang incessantly. After a moment, Shen Mu recovered and crawled out of the silt. Moving through the water like a fish, he reached the enormous crater where Lord Dragon-Rearer lay.

The Yong River was carrying mud and sand along its course, piling it up and already burying half of Lord Dragon-Rearer's body.

Shen Mu swam to his side and saw rotten flesh scattered everywhere. Even the divine blood had been crushed and was being washed away by the river. In that short time, more than half the blood within Lord Dragon-Rearer's body had already been carried off. A god's body was incredibly heavy.

Even a powerful cultivator of the Divine Bridge Realm would have difficulty carrying one, so although Lord Dragon-Rearer lay here, the river could not wash him away. Though the divine blood within him was nearly drained, his head was still writhing, and two dragon horns had already emerged.

Shen Mu immediately reached out and began feeling around wildly, both hands racing over Lord Dragon-Rearer's body as he searched back and forth. "Where is the True Dragon's Nest?

Where did he hide it.

. . " Crack.

The split in Lord Dragon-Rearer's forehead widened further, and waves of divine might radiated from the opening. Shen Mu's heart jolted when he saw half of a dragon's head emerge. He swiftly swam to Lord Dragon-Rearer's bare forehead, drew the Wuyou Sword, activated his three divine treasuries, stirred up his vital energy, and drove the sword down with all his might.

With a clang, the Wuyou Sword struck a dragon scale and was sent flying upward, leaving a sword mark across the scale. Shen Mu raised his hand and thrust again.

After more than ten successive blows, he finally pierced the scale. He pulled the sword free and drove it downward, twisting it with all his strength.

Half the blade sank into Lord Dragon-Rearer's forehead.

Then Shen Mu produced a massive iron hammer and brought it down on the hilt.

Clang, clang, clang!