In that moment, Ao Cheng was completely consumed by rage, his eyes as cold as ice. He fiercely attacked his own father, the Silver Flood Dragon King.
His speed was blinding, like lightning, his fists emitting a piercing sonic boom as they broke the sound barrier.
Such terrifying speed and power could likely shatter a mountain.
Clang…
Sparks flew, and energy surged.
The father and son's fists collided, erupting with thunderous roars.
The ground beneath them cracked like a spiderweb, collapsing over a vast area, kicking up dust and stones.
"Rebellious son, do you intend to kill your father? Such blatant disrespect! I hereby strip you of your status as heir."
The Silver Flood Dragon King repelled Ao Cheng with a punch, scolding him sternly with righteous indignation.
"Heh, strip me then. Do you think I care? You dared to touch my woman, and I will never forgive you."
Ao Cheng was truly passionate, willing to give up anything for his beloved.
Not long ago, his eyes were fixed only on the position of clan leader, harboring a great ambition to dominate the North Pacific.
But now, he wanted none of that power or status, only to protect the girl he loved.
His entire body glowed, muscles bulging, veins like coiled dragons covering his surface. His physique became more robust and powerful as he pushed his physical strength to its absolute limit.
Ao Cheng lunged again, employing his strongest offensive techniques, attacking ferociously.
"You're still too green to kill your old man."
The Silver Flood Dragon King sneered, his palms transforming into flood dragon claws, densely covered in runes. He met Ao Cheng's onslaught head-on with one hand, showing no weakness.
The sounds of collision continued as they fought fiercely, like two mountains crashing into each other.
The Silver Flood Dragon King was overwhelmingly powerful, forcing Ao Cheng to retreat step by step. His chest was caved in, and he spat blood continuously.
If not for the bond of father and son, he might have already pulverized Ao Cheng.
But while his life was spared, his body would not escape punishment.
He showed no mercy, directly breaking Ao Cheng's arm and slamming him to the ground like a lifeless dog.
"They say women are the cause of all trouble, but men can be even more dangerous. For a cross-dresser, father and son turn against each other, compete for affection, and fight to the death. What is this all about?"
Ji Mo had arrived and, witnessing this melodramatic scene, didn't know what to say.
This Silver Flood Dragon King was no good either; he should be renamed the Old Silver Worm. To snatch the person his own son fancied was truly despicable.
However, now that the Silver Flood Dragon King was here, all he needed to do was deal with him, and the entire Flood Dragon clan would be within his grasp.
"Pathetically weak."
The Silver Flood Dragon King glanced at Ao Cheng and then strode towards Nangong Qiu, speaking with the air of a victor, "My beauty, this trash is unworthy of you. Only a virile man like myself can bring you pleasure and sufficient security."
Nangong Qiu's scalp tingled, and goosebumps erupted all over his body. This lecherous old man was utterly disgusting.
In comparison, Ao Cheng seemed infinitely better.
"Mo Ge, don't just stand there watching the fun, hurry and save me."
Nangong Qiu's face turned ashen, and he quickly called out to Ji Mo for help.
He was truly afraid that the Silver Flood Dragon King would forcefully take him, pinning him down and ravaging him.
"Oh, there's a pretty boy hiding here too. If I eliminate this nuisance, no one will ruin my good deed."
The Silver Flood Dragon King turned his gaze towards Ji Mo, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
He would never allow the woman he desired to address another man as "Gege" so intimately.
"Silver Flood Dragon, is it? I won't waste my breath. Surrender obediently, or I'll turn you into a dead worm."
Ji Mo was too lazy to engage in further pleasantries and directly threatened the other party to submit.
"You're that Ji fellow? Audacious to the extreme, daring to disrupt the good affairs of my Flood Dragon clan, and now you speak so arrogantly. It seems you're tired of living."
The Silver Flood Dragon King sized up Ji Mo, not sensing any danger from the seemingly simple-minded youth, and immediately became somewhat arrogant.
Before coming, he had thought Ji Mo was some formidable figure with extraordinary abilities. He hadn't expected him to be just a handsome pretty boy, and thus, he began to underestimate him.
Ji Mo said coldly, "I don't have much patience for a senile old worm. Will you submit or not?"
What? Old worm?
The Silver Flood Dragon King's lungs nearly exploded with anger.
No one had ever dared to insult him so profoundly. To be called a worm was the most unbearable humiliation.
"Die for me."
His eyes widened in fury, and his body shot out like a cannonball. His sharp claws tore through the sky, instantly slashing towards Ji Mo's throat.
Ji Mo narrowed his eyes and swung his fist.
Bang!
With a soft thud, the Silver Flood Dragon King's claws were instantly mangled, and his entire body was sent flying backward.
He was immensely shocked, finding it hard to believe. What kind of monster was this, to break his arm with a single punch!
"Bastard, you've injured me! I'm going to tear you apart!"
The Silver Flood Dragon King's face contorted in ferocity, and he roared up at the sky.
Immediately, a brilliant silver light erupted, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder. He revealed his true form, intending to fight Ji Mo in earnest.
A massive, silver-white flood dragon appeared, nearly three thousand meters long, spanning across the void like a mountain. Its roars shook the heavens and the earth, and it coldly looked down at Ji Mo.
The majesty of the Emperor Immortal realm spread out, and a terrifying oppressive aura swept through, almost forcing Nangong Qiu to his knees.
"Ant, kneel and beg for mercy. Perhaps I can grant you a swift death."
The Silver Flood Dragon King bared his sharp white teeth, his entire body radiating immense, astonishing energy fluctuations.
Ji Mo raised an eyelid, opening his left hand. A small flood dragon phantom swam in his palm.
"The remnant soul of the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon? How did it end up in your hands?"
The Silver Flood Dragon King's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a chill ran down his spine.
Then.
He felt a chilling sensation on his back, as if he were being stared at by some terrifying entity.
Looking up, his pupils dilated, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
He saw a terrifying blood-red eye flickering in mid-air. The half-bodied Ancient Evil Flood Dragon coiled in the sky was like a vast expanse of dark clouds, nearly filling the sky.
Compared to it, the colossal Silver Flood Dragon King was merely a tiny speck, pitifully small.
"How can that Ji fellow control the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon? And why is its power several times greater than before?"
The Silver Flood Dragon King couldn't fathom why this was happening.
At the same time, he felt an incredibly intense pressure, knowing full well that he was no match for it. They were not even on the same energy level.
"Since you are stubborn and refuse to yield, I shall send you to your demise."
Ji Mo flicked his finger, intending to control the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon to attack and destroy the Silver Flood Dragon King.
Then, he could support Ao Cheng as the Flood Dragon clan leader, achieving his goal.
"Wait a moment."
The Silver Flood Dragon King panicked and quickly said, "We can discuss anything. Since you can make the Ancient Evil Flood Dragon unleash several times its power, perhaps we can form a powerful alliance and sweep across the entire North Pacific together. However, I have one condition: this beauty must be mine. Otherwise, we'll just go our separate ways."
Before Ji Mo could respond, Nangong Qiu couldn't help but speak.
He truly couldn't stand it. These lecherous old men were all lusting after his body, mistaking him for a woman!
"You want my body, right? Very well, I shall grant your wish right now."
Nangong Qiu revealed a meaningful smile and slowly lifted his skirt.