Ao Zhou hurriedly released his power to break through the obstruction, but to his surprise, he found that his power was useless. That meant that Fang Yun was higher than him in the sequence of the Aquatics, and not just by a little bit.
Ao Zhou was anxious. Although he was a flood dragon, once he became a saint, he would be a real Dragon. If he became a Supreme Saint, he would be part of the Dragons lineage, but his descendants would still be flood dragons.
How could a Half-saint of the Water Tribe be defeated by a human in terms of water control?
If it was in the past, Ao Zhou would not be convinced and would compete with Fang Yun. But now, the stronger Fang Yun was, the more uneasy Ao Zhou felt.
"I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to inform the Dragons and atone for my mistake …" Ao Zhou hurriedly turned around and stopped. His eyelids twitched as he did not expect Fang Yun to be in front of him. This meant that Fang Yun could catch the three saints even without using the power of Legalism.
Now, the speed that the barbarians were proud of was also surpassed by Fang Yun.
"Oh? What's the secret? "Fang Yun asked.
Ao Zhou was about to speak, but he immediately shut his mouth and said, "I swear that I can't tell you. But you know, I can find a place to play. I won't take you there, and don't follow me. If something happens, it has nothing to do with me. "
Fang Yun nodded. If the barbarians and barbarians wanted to invade somewhere, Ao Zhou could point the way for the Dragons.
"You seem to be afraid of me?" Fang Yun looked at Ao Zhou quietly, surrounded by pure white holy light and roiling clouds under his feet.
Ao Zhou's huge dragon head nodded slightly.
"Why?" Fang Yun asked.
"I feel that you … should be the reincarnation of a certain Dragon Emperor," Ao Zhou said.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Don't underestimate me."
Ao Zhou was shocked. He suddenly knelt at the bottom of the sea and said loudly, "Little Flood Dragon Ao Zhou greets His Majesty Ancestral Dragon's clone! May His Majesty Zu Long return to the pinnacle of the myriad worlds, rule the myriad seas, and rule the world! "
"Who told you I'm the Ancestral Dragon?" Fang Yun laughed.
"Ah? Only the Ancestral Dragon is more powerful than the Dragon Emperor. "Ao Zhou explained carefully.
Fang Yun didn't care about Ao Zhou's explanation. He glanced at Lang Gusheng, who was trapped in the Circle Prison, and then turned to Ao Zhou and said, "I'm tired of sitting in Wuhou's carriage, and I'm looking for a good mount. Are you interested?"
Ao Zhou's face turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything. Although the Flood Dragon Saints had indeed pulled carriages for the Ancestral Dragon, as the Flood Dragon race grew stronger and became the Dragons' vassals, they had long stopped doing so. Even the Dragon Emperor wouldn't use Flood Dragons to pull carriages.
In history, although the Flood Dragon Clan had its ups and downs, they used to be the second largest clan in the Water Clan. Therefore, it was taboo for others to mention that they pulled carriages. Therefore, to the Flood Dragon Clan, the biggest humiliation was to mock them as seahorses that pulled carriages.
"Seems like you're not convinced? I won't force you. How about this, I'll wrestle with you. If you lose, you'll be my servant for a hundred years. How about that? "Fang Yun asked.
"Okay!" Ao Zhou agreed instinctively. He couldn't stand the terrifying pressure from Fang Yun. If they fought, he would lose without a doubt. However, wrestling was different. The Dragons didn't care about status, only strength. Fang Yun's pressure was completely useless. Moreover, he was a Flood Dragon Saint. His weight was equivalent to a mountain range, or at least half of Saint Origin Continent. At the same time, he had the power of the Flood Dragon race. There was no way he would lose to a human.
Ao Zhou did feel the Great Saint aura from Fang Yun, but what did that mean? Not to mention a Great Saint, even if Confucius was reborn, he wouldn't be able to compete with a Half-saint of the Flood Dragon race.
Ao Zhou secretly let out a sigh of relief. As long as he won, he could leave and wouldn't have to suffer anymore. However, Ao Zhou realized that he couldn't let his opponent lose too badly. Therefore, he decided to go easy on him at the beginning and pretend that he won reluctantly in the end. This way, he wouldn't anger his opponent.
"Please." Ao Zhou said.
Fang Yun slightly raised his chin and said, "I don't want to bully the weak. You go first."
Ao Zhou was embarrassed and angry. However, he didn't dare to curse because of Fang Yun's pressure. He could only suppress his anger and said with a fake smile, "Look at what you're saying. How would I dare to attack you first? You're so soft and tender."
Fang Yun could tell that his tone was unfriendly. He stopped smiling and said indifferently, "Are you sure I'll attack first?"
"I'm sure." Ao Zhou was secretly proud.
"Then I won't hold back." Fang Yun took a deep look at Ao Zhou.
Ao Zhou chuckled. However, he was thinking, "Should I use 30% or 20% of my strength at the beginning?"
At this time, Fang Yun took a step forward and disappeared in front of Ao Zhou.
Ao Zhou was stunned. All the dragon scales on his body stood up. Only then did he realize that Fang Yun didn't chase after him. Instead, he used the power of a Great Saint to cross the void and directly teleport.
However, the next moment, Ao Zhou laughed in his heart, "No matter how he crosses the void, he's still a Half-saint of the human race …"
"Ah …"
Ao Zhou suddenly screamed. He saw that his ten thousand feet long body was thrown into the air and drew a semicircle in the air. With a whistling sound, he slammed heavily on the ground.
Boom!
The water near the Sin Sea had already been drained. Without the resistance of the sea water, Ao Zhou fell face first into the hard bottom of the sea. More than half of his body sank into the sea and smashed out a huge rift valley!
After all, Ao Zhou had the body of a Half-saint. His body wasn't seriously injured. However, his brain was hit and he was a little confused.
"What happened?"
After a moment, Ao Zhou's body involuntarily flew up and then fell heavily from the sky.
Not far away, the Saints of the Ancient Demon War Soul had just arrived. When they saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded. Their mouths were wide open.
They saw that Fang Yun, who was as tall as an ordinary person, grabbed Ao Zhou's tail with both hands and swung him up like he was grabbing a dead green fish. He slammed Ao Zhou back and forth on the seabed. His speed was so fast that Ao Zhou left afterimages. The force was so strong that the bottom of the sea was densely packed with rifts. In the end, he smashed out a seabed basin.
"Ah … Ah … Ah …"
Ever since Ao Zhou was born, he had never encountered such a battle. Every time he fell to the ground, he would let out a scream. Every time he hit the ground, he would close his mouth in a daze. When he flew up again, he would start screaming again.
At first, Ao Zhou's body was still able to withstand it. However, soon, he was bleeding all over. His dragon horns were broken and his face was swollen.
Before the end of the wrestling, he couldn't use dragon power or other powers to heal himself. Soon, his entire body was smashed into pieces. His body was a bloody mess. Even his dragon bones were exposed.
Ao Zhou could no longer scream. In the end, he begged with his last breath, "I lost … I lost … Spare me …"
The Saints of the Ancient Demon War Soul were stunned. Not to mention the ordinary Half-saint, even the strongest Hundred Arms would find it difficult to throw a Flood Dragon Saint to the point that he couldn't fight back. Since when did the human race have such a powerful body refining technique? How could he fight the human race in the future? Should he choose to fight from a distance or close combat? He might be able to survive if he fought from a distance. If he fought from a distance, would he be thrown to his death?
After all, Ao Zhou's body was extremely heavy. Fang Yun let go and panted a few times. He looked down at Ao Zhou who was quickly regrowing his body and asked, "Is the agreement still valid?"
Ao Zhou was scared out of his wits. Even if the saint power around him was surging, he didn't dare to have any other thoughts. He lay on the ground and said, "It's valid! It's valid! From now on, I will be your slave for a hundred years. If I have any complaints, I will die a horrible death! "
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