Chapter 185: Asking to Kill Shuijun
The silence on the riverside embankment did not last long. Along with the widest part of the middle section of the Boliu River, a water curtain that seemed to connect the sky and the earth exploded. A auspicious beast with a dragon head, a horse body, red scales and wings leaped out, stepping on the already furious river current and rushing towards Feng Qingan.
But at this moment, the Boliu River was in complete turmoil due to the angry will of a being. The huge waves that were dozens of feet high and the surging rapids were so shocking that even those standing on the shore felt shocked.
The auspicious beast in the water, even if it broke through one water curtain after another and smashed one rapid current after another, still felt increasingly powerless, because this area of water was now targeting it, trying to suppress it and drag it under the water.
Chant
Just at this moment, a clear dragon roar that shook the heaven and earth was heard, and a golden dragon shadow rose from Feng Qing'an's body, transforming into a majestic existence like a god descending from heaven, and chopped down with the gorgeous halberd in its hand.
The azure edge fell, and a brilliant light that seemed to split heaven and earth apart bloomed, instantly splitting all obstacles between the auspicious beast and the embankment , turning them into a smooth and unobstructed path.
The auspicious beast, which seemed to be about to sink in the flood and be swept to the bottom of the river, took this opportunity to instantly cross the embankment and stand beside Feng Qing'an, and then turned into the dark cloud stepping on snow that everyone was very familiar with.
Seeing Sen Miao change so much, the ghosts and gods nearby were greatly shocked.
However, the warriors who had been following Feng Qingan were also surprised. But what shocked them even more was the golden figure standing in front of Feng Qingan and the gorgeous halberd in his hand.
It was not until this moment that they truly realized that Ming Longjia had been showing mercy to them all along. If he wanted to, warriors of their level would be reduced to ashes with just one blow. They had no qualifications at all to fight with him.
"So this is the true power of the Minglong Armor!"
All the warriors were shocked. Even Butler Zhao, who had lived for more than two hundred years, was no exception. He was also in awe of the mighty force of such a blow that could suppress the river flow for hundreds of miles.
"Come back, don't force yourself!"
Looking at the Ming Dragon Armor in front of him, which seemed to be in great glory at the moment, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and called it back. As the owner, no one knew the details of this dragon armor better than him.
Its combat power assessment rating is still that of a commander, not even reaching the lord level, but it was able to deliver a blow that could threaten the king. This was naturally the credit of the divine weapon Tinghai.
But even with such divine power, its rating is not at the king level, because the spiritual power it possesses, according to the strict realm classification, is only at the commander level. After launching an attack that could threaten the king, it could not launch a second attack. Most of Minglong Jia's spiritual power had just been drained.
The basis for combat power rating is the combat power that can be sustained and stably burst out under normal circumstances, rather than the destructive power that transcends the realm that is temporarily burst out with the help of magic weapons or special secret techniques. Because it is not sustained, the rating determined is often the real realm.
Chant
Hearing Feng Qing'an's call, the Minglong Armor, which seemed to have no changes on the outside, but had actually been hollowed out on the inside, turned into a slender dragon, and under the extremely attentive gazes of the ghosts and gods, it drilled into his sleeves.
It was at this moment that thick water vapor rose above the river, which was already surging with waves and rapids, and turned into dense clouds and rain. The deep rain clouds spread rapidly in an abnormal manner visible to the naked eye, and raindrops as big as beans fell down.
The rain was pouring down like a river pouring down from the sky. The already dangerous river became even more ferocious at this moment. In the increasingly turbid river, a bright red light appeared in the river water, outlining the shadow of a hundred-foot-long dragon meandering in the river.
The moment the dragon shadow appeared in the heavy rain, the heavy dragon power spread. Feng Qing'an could clearly feel that the momentum of the ghosts and gods who came to watch was completely suppressed in an instant.
Feng Qing'an didn't care about the group of ghosts and gods. They were just there to make up the numbers anyway. There was no need to expect them to contribute anything. They would just witness everything that happened next.
The young man stood in the rainstorm without getting wet. He looked at the red dragon shadow that became more and more conspicuous in the darkening night and the surging river, and couldn't help laughing.
"There's not even a single mortal here, what's the point of creating this torrential rain? Who do you want to scare? Retract your strength and save your energy!"
As Feng Qing'an finished his calm words, the increasingly intense rainstorm gradually subsided. Although the rain was still heavy, it did not affect Feng Qing'an.
As for the group of warriors, they didn't care at all. They stared at the hundred-foot-long dragon shadow in the river with excitement and excitement. This was the first time they had seen such a creature in their lives.
The river water surged, and a red dragon head like a small mountain poked out from the river, with red horns, bright scales, long fluttering beard, and dragon mane swaying with the rapids.
Looking at the dragon head alone, Bailangjiangshuijun Hongxi is almost exactly the same, with only differences in size and details. Below the dragon head, it is completely different.
Hongxi has a dragon head and a fish body, but the Bo Liujiang Shuijun in front of him has the body of a dragon. His winding snake body makes him look very similar to a real dragon, but Feng Qingan can see it clearly.
The dense rainstorm and the surging river current could not block his sight at all. He could see that this water king had only a pair of front paws but no hind paws, and its front paws had only three toes, which were hidden under the water.
But even so, Boliu Jiangshuijun also possesses a powerful force that Feng Qingan alone cannot contend with.
"Identification!"
[Race: Dragon]
[Attributes: Dragon, God, Water, Thunder]
[Potential Level: King·Medium]
[Combat Power Level: King·Superior]
As the younger brother, Bailangjiang Water Lord Hongxi is indeed a younger brother compared to his elder brother. Based on the identification results alone, Feng Qingan can conclude that the red dragon in front of him can hit Hongxi by extending a claw.
"You look a lot like that guy, and your aura is very similar, but you are not him!"
Feng Qing'an was looking at the dragon, and Boliu Jiangshuijun, who had revealed his true form, was also examining Feng Qing'an. How could he not know the appearance of the enemy who murdered his father?
"What is your relationship with him?"
"Brothers!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the Dragon King, who was revealing infinite power amidst the violent storm, thunder and lightning, and answered calmly, not afraid of provoking the dragon, which was bigger than Heishan and Baiyao combined with just its head.
"What do you think of me, Suicune?"
"You are not him!"
Boliujiangshuijun responded again, his eyes were full of indifference, but not madness. As for Feng Qingan, it seemed that he had no intention of killing him to vent his hatred.
I don’t know if it was because of the sword at Feng Qing’an’s waist that calmed it down and prevented it from doing anything extreme.
"Since Suicune doesn't have any ideas, we should talk about business!"
The smile on Feng Qingan's face faded, his expression became serious, and his tone became aggressive.
"Why haven't you fulfilled your duties as the Water Lord and made the clouds and rain fall in the past three years?"
"Creating clouds and rain? Haha, every time a mortal asks me for rain, I usually respond. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
The dragon's roar, as deep as thunder, stirred in the rainstorm, and seemed to carry a hint of mockery.
In the past three years, he was indeed a little lazy, even discouraged, but he had done what he should do. He would respond to mortals offering sacrifices to him and praying for rain, but it was just a response. As for whether it was a heavy rain or a drizzle, what did it have to do with him? He had already made it rain!
"The rainfall in Nanzhao Prefecture has been decreasing year after year. The grain production in this grain-producing area has dropped sharply. In some places, the harvest has even been halved. Did you know this?"
Feng Qing'an questioned in a very strong tone, as if he had come to call for an offense. The ghosts and gods looked worried, but they did not dare to speak at this moment.
"This is your human race 's business. What does it have to do with me? The food production has dropped sharply. You should think about whether it is your own problem."
Hearing Feng Qingan's response, Shui Jun evaded the question coldly, not thinking that it had anything to do with him. Instead, he was sarcastic.
"Perhaps the farmers were lazy and had no intention of farming. Or perhaps the officials imposed heavy taxes and plundered the people, causing the loss of manpower. It could also be that your emperor was immoral and the heavens sent down disasters. Or perhaps there was even some extremely treacherous and evil person who bewitched the officials, causing chaos in the government..."
"So, the decline in grain production in Nanshao Prefecture over the past three years has nothing to do with you?"
Feng Qing'an's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.
"Maybe it has something to do with it, but in the final analysis it is also because of you humans!"
Boliujiangshuijun responded nonchalantly.
"oh?"
"You are that man's brother, so you should know what your brother did. I am the son of a dragon, and I was shocked to hear the news of my father's death. I lost my appetite and had no intention of handling the affairs of the river. If it happened to you humans, it is normal. But if it happened to me, you actually came to blame me. What's the reason?"
The dragon's bright red vertical pupils stared at Feng Qing'an. The pupils were larger than those of a human, and coupled with the unbridled dragon power, they exerted great pressure on the warriors and ghosts around it. However, Feng Qing'an's expression remained calm throughout, without any change.
"So we humans have a mourning period. If you can't fulfill your duties as Suicune, then you should abdicate. If you can't be Suicune, then don't be one. As long as you abdicate, you can do whatever you want, even guard your father's tomb, and no one will care about you!"
Feng Qing'an spoke in a calm tone, but his words were more shocking than the thunder in the sky.
"Hahaha, you want me to give up the position of Water Lord. Do you think anyone can sit in this position?"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, Bo Liu Jiang Shui Jun did not get angry but laughed. After laughing, he stared at the young man who looked 70% similar to the enemy who killed his father. The anger that had been suppressed in his heart burst out at this moment.
responsibility
"Who do you think you are? Do you think that holding that man's sword can easily command ghosts and gods, and can also make me, Yijiangshuijun, abdicate? What do you think of me?"
"In my eyes, you are nothing but a god without virtue. If your virtue is not worthy of your position, disaster will surely come!"
Feng Qingan responded.
"I have no moral integrity? Your brother killed my father, but I will still respond when you humans offer sacrifices to pray for rain. No matter how much or how little, I will respond. How can you say that I have no moral integrity?"
"Food production has been declining year after year, and you are the culprit!"
At first glance, it seems that this Water Lord is quite aggrieved, and one can't help but want to sympathize with him. But think about his position. If he is a little careless, even if he is just venting his emotions, how many humans will suffer as a result?
"If there is sufficient rainfall, the people don't need to pray for rain. If the people frequently offer sacrifices and pray for rain, it is proof that you, the Water Lord, have lost your virtue. What do you want to do?"
"This is also because you humans have no gratitude. I have blessed the human race on both sides of the strait with good weather and good harvests every year. However, despite the good harvests every year, the incense offerings to me have been decreasing year by year!"
Boliu Jiangshuijun didn't think he was wrong at all, but instead ridiculed the people on both sides of the strait.
"Now that I am feeling lazy and indolent, the incense offerings to me are increasing day by day. Hahahaha, you humans are really cheap!"
"So you admit that you controlled the rain in order to force the people to offer incense to you?"
"I didn't force you. This is just an exchange between me, as a god, and you humans. You offer incense to me, and I grant you the rain you asked for. I just get the incense I deserve. What crime have I committed?"
"You have neither compassion nor a sense of responsibility as a god of the earth. You are proud of your divine authority and look down on the people on both sides of the strait. In consideration of your past hard work, I will allow you to abdicate!"
Feng Qingan lowered his eyes.
"I still ask the same question as before. Who do you think you are? Your sword can command ghosts and gods, but it can't scare me. You are not your brother. Know who you are, little ant!"
The dragon lowered its head, and blew out hot air from its mouth and nose. It stared at the thin and tiny figure of the young man and ridiculed him mercilessly. In response, the young man said nothing, but drew his sword.
Zheng——
The snow-white sword light illuminated both sides of the river at this moment. The dark clouds accumulated because of the existence of the dragon seemed to be swept away by the sword of the legendary giant Long Bo who was thousands of feet tall. The stars and the moon appeared behind the dark clouds, casting a faint and soft glow on the mighty Boliu River.
A faint golden light filled the river, lingering above a lifeless dragon. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, but resumed flowing in the next instant.
As the cumulus clouds in the sky were swept away, sticky dragon blood spurted out from the dragon's neck. The dragon's head, as big as a mountain, fell from the sky and hit the dam. The headless dragon's body did not even struggle and was swept downstream by the turbulent river current.
However, Sen Miao under Feng Qing'an reacted very quickly. Without the suppression of the Water God, she controlled the river in front of her and prevented the headless dragon's body from being washed away by the current. Instead, she pushed it ashore, allowing the dragon's body, which was hundreds of feet long, to lie horizontally on the shore and stay together with the severed head, which was shocking even to ghosts and gods.
"well!"
Feng Qing'an stared at the plain, bloodless long sword in his hand for a moment, then sighed softly, sheathed the sword, and looked at the dragon head in front of him with eyes wide open, as if there was still a trace of disbelief left in it.
"If you don't want to abdicate, I will help you abdicate. Are you satisfied with this result?"
It was obvious that the Dragon-Seed Water King had life energy ten or a hundred times greater than that of the big monsters, but at this moment, under that sword, his performance was not even as good as that of an ordinary monster. All chances of resurrection were wiped out by that one sword.
Blood, vitality, soul...all the opportunities that had always been there were wiped out, without even the time to regret.
