Chapter 0177

Chapter 177: Authority of Water, Held by the Worthy!

“So you are a water dragon and pride is your favorite word,” Zhou Tong said with a cold laugh as a terrible sword aura gathered over his head: “Heavenly Sword, World Ending Lotus.”

A lotus of destruction fell from the sky, aimed to slay the dragon.

“I will help,” the senior sister Zhang Chu Qiao shouted: “Breath of Annihilation. Taiyi Cycle.”

Boom. The water dragon took the strike head-on. Its body blew apart and crashed through more than a dozen peaks.

Only then could everyone see it clearly. Dozens of shackles wrapped the dragon, pinning it here. Those Binding Chains ran down into the blood pool. They fed the dragon and kept healing it.

Zhou Tong’s look grew heavy. If this went on, it would never end. He could not finish the fight fast.

“Mortals, ants, god-slaying criminals,” the water dragon roared. Power surged. In moments, endless water swirled in from all directions and formed a raging tsunami over their heads.

“This cannot be…” Strong cultivators from the Blood God Sect and the Upper Clarity Sect shook. That power could crush a samsara-level expert.

“How is he this strong? It feels like he controls all the water in the world. This should not be his power,” someone cried.

A spark flashed through Zhou Tong’s mind. He shouted: “Right of Dominion.”

He flared his spiritual sense without holding back and felt the truth. “So it is. He holds the Authority of Water. He can command the waters under heaven,” Zhou Tong said, shocked. He tried to seize that authority and failed. That meant the high right over water did not belong to humans, at least not in the past.

“Die,” the water dragon roared as the vast wave crashed down to wipe them out.

“Talisman Eighty-One, Break the Sky Wall,” Zhou Tong called.

“Taiyi Barrier,” Zhang Chu Qiao cried.

Two shields rose and broke at once with a crack. The wave hit Zhou Tong first.

He spat a thin line of blood. The wound was light, but it stung.

“You are finished,” the water dragon said with a cruel grin: “My attack carries the deadliest poison in water. You will die.”

“Big brother, I will help you,” Shang Guan Wu Gou said as she summoned earthfire and Vital Wind. In a blink, the poison was gone from Zhou Tong’s body.

“This is impossible,” the water dragon shouted. He stared at Shang Guan Wu Gou and then went still. “God… you have returned.”

Everyone’s heart jumped. Shang Guan Wu Gou, a god? That made no sense. She was clearly human.

“Give her back to me,” the water dragon howled: “You filthy humans. You dare hide my companion. I will leave you no grave.”

His rage climbed higher and higher. Power gathered for a terrifying strike.

“Fall back first,” Zhou Tong said with a snap of his fingers: “Time Stop.”

Nine seconds later, he said: “Time flows again.”

By then, the whole group had vanished from the dragon’s sight. Zhou Tong had moved them away.

“Humans, I will never share the sky with you,” the dragon’s roar rang out, breaking into a mad scream.

Not far away, they hid their presence and cut off every trace. Zhou Tong checked Shang Guan Wu Gou carefully. After a moment, his face eased.

“How is she? Is the young miss alright?” Chu Ran asked, voice tight.

“Relax,” Zhou Tong said: “The girl is still herself. There is nothing foreign in her.”

Everyone let out a long breath.

“If so, then why did the water dragon call her a god?” someone asked.

A strange ripple washed over them.

“Someone is coming,” Zhou Tong said as he sent out his spiritual sense and raised their concealment even higher.

Ripples opened in the air. A middle-aged man stepped out, dragging a coffin behind him as he looked down over the secret realm.

The Blood God Sect elder bared his teeth when he saw the man. “His name is Huang Chen,” he hissed: “Grand Elder of the Tempered Flesh Sect.”

“Easy,” Zhou Tong said: “Watch what he plans.”

Huang Chen landed, studied one spot, then smiled a sly smile. “The little Blood God Sect wants a share,” he said: “How overconfident. Becoming sacrifices is your best end.”

The plot of the Tempered Flesh Sect lay naked in those words.

“Damn it. Our Blood God Sect will never share the sky with them,” a voice whispered, shaking with hate.

Huang Chen heard nothing. He flew over the blood pool and stopped in front of the water dragon. “Dragon Lord, I have come as promised. I hope you will keep your word,” he said.

Murder boiled in the dragon’s eyes, but he forced it down. “Open the coffin. I want to see her divine body,” the dragon ordered.

“As you wish,” Huang Chen said with a small bow. He lifted the lid. Inside lay a woman’s corpse. Though dead, she looked lifelike, untouched by time.

When they saw her face, everyone except Zhou Tong felt their skin crawl. She looked almost exactly like Shang Guan Wu Gou, as if carved from the same mold.

“Young Master Zhou… this…” Chu Ran stammered.

“There is nothing to be surprised about,” Zhou Tong said, calm and sure as he patted Shang Guan Wu Gou’s head: “Time is long and without end. Anything can happen. These are only two similar people. There is no link between them.”

“Big brother is right,” Shang Guan Wu Gou said: “I am me, the daughter of Shang Guan Wu Hui.”

“Luo Shen… I finally found you,” the water dragon said, voice shaking with grief: “You promised me that if I guarded your divine body, your soul would return. I have kept my promise. When will you return?”

As he spoke, his feelings surged like a storm. Tears welled. The key in his eye shifted. [So the way to get the key is to make the dragon cry.]

“Dragon Lord,” Huang Chen said with a smile as he drew out a contract: “By our pact, I helped you recover the divine body. You should hand over the Authority of Water. It is time to keep your promise.”

Zhou Tong’s face tightened. He felt an ancient pulse from the contract. It was at least tens of thousands of years old, and it was real.

“Very well. This Dragon King keeps his word,” the water dragon said.

A beam of deep blue light shot from his mouth, taking the form of a glowing brand that flew toward Huang Chen.

“Hahaha, at last it is mine,” Huang Chen laughed. The dragon had let go of the authority. The brand was masterless. He thought he could claim it at once.

“Time Stop,” Zhou Tong said.

He moved first and closed his hand around the brand.