Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1147: Chapter 392: Giant Tiger Mountain, Slaying the Flood Dragon at White Tiger Pool, Obtaining the Heavenly Yang Fruit, Grateful and Appreciative

The strength isn’t the main concern; the key point is that the claw marks are surrounded by black gas, continuously corroding the duo’s flesh and bones. The claws of the Black Flood Dragon carry poison, which can threaten Xianyang Level experts.

The terror of the Black Flood Dragon’s power is understandable, and it’s no wonder Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui are advising Xia Hong to retreat.

Whew……

However, Xia Hong in mid-air does not respond to their advice.

He has flown above the Black Flood Dragon’s head, ignoring the lightning in the sky, focusing solely on trying to slash its eyes with his blade.

“Roar……”

But the strength of this Black Flood Dragon is truly overpowering. Its thousand-meter-long body can effortlessly cause fierce winds, making it extremely difficult for Xia Hong to even get within ten meters of it, let alone aim for its eyes.

“Fifteen Juns, this is the strongest Beast King I’ve ever encountered. The Jiao Long should be considered a Water Cold Beast; so, are water beasts generally stronger than land ones?”

Xia Hong turns his blade to fend off an attack from the Black Flood Dragon’s black claws, retreating a hundred meters while observing the shallow claw marks on his arm and chest and contemplating the Black Flood Dragon in front of him.

Roar……

The Black Flood Dragon gazes at Xia Hong with mixed anger and caution. Its roar remains unchanged, but the three present can sense intimidation in its voice.

The Black Flood Dragon is urging the trio to leave quickly.

Xia Hong’s expression remains calm, but Xiahou Zhang and Murong Chui exchange a glance and seem uneasy.

The Beast King’s intimidation can be interpreted in various ways; firstly, it’s a warning to leave if they don’t want it to get serious, and secondly, it implies the Black Flood Dragon is unsure it can kill them, hence the need for intimidation.

“Lord Xia Hong’s strength must be at least above thirteen Juns.”

“No, definitely not, it’s at least above fifteen Juns, stronger than Shangguan Yang, Yang Zhun, and Qin Feng!”

Murong Chui hears this with disbelief but remembers Xiahou Zhang’s firsthand experience of the Bashang battle, realizing he knows more, and his face shows surprise.

“Then should we…”

“I request both Lords to block this beast’s wings for me, for today I shall slay the dragon!”

Murong Chui was about to exchange thoughts with Xiahou Zhang on whether to fight or retreat, but before he speaks, Xia Hong’s voice reaches them.

“Go!”

Xiahou Zhang is much more decisive; upon hearing Xia Hong’s words, he swiftly flies forth with no hesitation, and a five-hundred-zhang tall Bone Appearance phantom appears behind him. The Silver Ring Saber draws numerous blade edges in the air, all cutting into the left side of the Black Flood Dragon’s body.

Clang clang clang……

The Black Flood Dragon’s dark scales aren’t just for show; despite Xiahou Zhang unleashing dozens of strikes, he only manages to chop off a few dozen scales.

Nevertheless, Xiahou Zhang exerts over five Juns of strength, and albeit the Black Flood Dragon suffers no real harm, its body retreats tens of meters to the right.

“Roar!”

The Black Flood Dragon’s rage had barely begun when another set of dozens red sword lights sliced from the right side—clearly Murong Chui.

Since Xiahou Zhang has engaged, Murong Chui refuses to fall behind.

A five-hundred-zhang tall Bone Appearance phantom also appears behind him, brandishing a Longsword to repeatedly slash the right side of the Black Flood Dragon, but like Xiahou Zhang, he cannot penetrate the defense—only slicing off a few dozen scales, but still manages to restrict the Black Flood Dragon’s movements.

With two blocking its sides, the Black Flood Dragon’s retreat is sealed.

Now, it’s Xia Hong’s turn to strike!

Boom……

The moment the thousand-zhang Bone Appearance phantom emerges behind Xia Hong, the temperature of the entire area rises sharply. He holds the Cold Blood Blade and rushes forward in mid-air, practically reaching the top of the Black Flood Dragon’s head in an instant.

“Die!”

In mid-air, Xia Hong switches to a two-handed grip on his blade, bringing the edge around his shoulder in a half-circle, raising it above his head, and roars before slashing down at the Black Flood Dragon’s forehead.