Chapter 150: The Great Roc Feeds on Flood Dragons

Behold, a torrent violently crashed against a towering mountain, yet the majestic peak remained unmoving.
Then, a blue flood dragon let out a long roar, its serpentine body twisting and turning amidst the rushing waters as it hurled its very head against the mountain.
Boom! Crack!
The blue dragon’s head split open, blood gushing forth, while the mountain shattered, blasting open a waterway that pierced straight through the mountain range.
Splash.
The next instant, the waterway connected to the Western Sea, and the blue dragon dragged the raging torrent into the vast ocean.
"Aao————"
The roar of the dragon resounded wildly across the Western Sea, its cry shaking heaven and earth, high-pitched and passionate.
At last, the transformation into a dragon was successful, granting a vast extension of lifespan and promising prospects for future Daoist cultivation.
Countless minor aquatic spirits and demons in the sea, witnessing this scene, revealed expressions of envy.
At this moment, everyone could not help but exhale a breath of relief, their faces blooming with smiles of genuine joy.
Truly, as the saying goes: Though the sand be sifted through a thousand trials, only when the wild sands are blown away does the true gold emerge.
Immortal Liu swam within the Western Sea and laughed heartily:
"My friends, thank you all for guarding my path, and many thanks to Mountain Lord Cao for your kind assistance. I shall complete the final step of my dragon transformation right here in the sea. There are no more obstacles here; you may all attend to your own affairs.
This time, I, Immortal Liu, owe you all a great favor. The day my dragon transformation is fully accomplished, I shall surely——"
"Screee~~"
A high-pitched, haughty cry came from beyond the heavens.
The sound had only just reached their ears when, the next instant, two gigantic behemoths appeared before them, one of which lunged straight toward Immortal Liu.
They were a pair of golden eagles, dozens of arms in size, spanning over a hundred yards with wings outstretched, their eyes flashing with a greedy light.
"It is the Golden-Winged Roc Eagle, which preys upon dragons! Fellow Daoist Immortal Liu, be careful!"
The Yellow Lion Spirit had traveled across countless mountains and rivers over the past decades and possessed profound knowledge. At this sight, he could not help but shout out.
They heard the Roc Eagle hurtling toward Immortal Liu laugh wildly:
"Old snake demon! In the past, I gave you the method to transform into a dragon; today has finally come the time for my harvest!"
The blue dragon in the Western Sea felt a chill run through its entire body, as if it had encountered its natural predator. A pair of golden talons appeared before its eyes, resembling golden hooks, giving it an inescapable sense of doom.
Right at this moment, just as it had cast off its serpentine body and was transitioning into a dragon—a time when its old strength was fully spent and its new strength had yet to be born—it felt catastrophe loom over its head with no way out.
A wave of grief rose inevitably within its heart; only now did it realize that when this demonic beast had transformed into human form years ago and bestowed upon it the dragon-transformation technique, it was merely fattening it up to be eaten.
Feeling that the eagle's might was terrifying—the greatest it had ever witnessed in its life—it shouted at the top of its lungs:
"Everyone, run away!!!"
Meanwhile, after Cao Xiang and his party had called out to warn Immortal Liu to be careful, they hurriedly employed their various arts and rushed toward Immortal Liu's location.
"You want to go help? You'd better worry about yourselves first!"
The other Golden-Winged Roc Eagle laughed arrogantly, pouncing toward the Yellow Lion Spirit and his companions, completely disregarding them.
Indeed, having captured dragons for many years, they possessed the strength to back it up, coupled with a unique natural talent for speed. A single flap of their golden wings could span six thousand miles.
"Brother Cao, go save Immortal Liu! We'll deal with this Golden-Winged Roc Eagle!"
The Seven Lions shouted at once, each drawing their weapons and forming a battle array. Cao Xiang also produced his medicine-pounding pestle and stood ready in grave alertness, while the Mountain Deity of Mount Funiu cleverly burrowed into the earth to avoid becoming dead weight.
As for Immortal Liu's few close friends—a bull spirit and a toad—the toad was frightened so badly it leaped away immediately, but the bull spirit proved loyal, drawing a staff and joining the others to meet the enemy.
"Mayflies attempting to halt a chariot!"
A fierce light gleamed in the demonic eyes of the Golden-Winged Roc Eagle. Then, catching the astonishing, intensely spiritual fragrance of medicine radiating from Cao Xiang, it could not help but salivate greedily.
"I'll eat you first!"
It lunged toward Cao Xiang. The Seven Lions roared furiously: "How dare you!"
Then sabers, hammers, mallets, and staves struck out together, conjuring howling winds, exhaling clouds, and spitting fire.
For a moment, the Golden-Winged Roc Eagle found no opening to attack and even sustained light injuries. It retreated back into the sky, glaring at Cao Xiang with unsatisfied greed before turning to shout loudly:
"Jinjiu, are you done yet? Have you not captured that snake demon yet? Come quickly and assist me!"
No sooner had Jinling finished speaking than a fierce gale arose, accompanied by piercing screams. Screee~~
Looking over, they beheld a Daoist standing upon the sea, expressionless, exhaling a single breath of wind.
His companion was directly caught in this gale, its feathers scattered into disarray, spinning uncontrollably, its vital energy withering away, unable to break free.
Seeing this, Jinling thought to himself that things were going poorly. For years, they had always picked on aquatic spirits without deep roots, granting them the dragon-transformation technique precisely to avoid running into hardened masters. Yet today, they had run into one after all.
He hastily soared into the sky, intending to catch his companion, but the moment he drew near the wind, an infinite sense of dread gripped his heart, and he dared not touch it.
Turning his gaze to Cao Kong, he said:
"This Daoist priest, why go this far? We are demons serving the seat of the Great Peng of the Ten Thousand Li Journey. Consider this dragon as doing you a favor, and let us wipe away the grudges between us. How about that?"
Right at that moment, the Seven Lions and the others chimed in: "Brother Cao, let's keep them here together! Just now, that beast even wanted to eat Brother Cao Xiang!"
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Cao Kong's eyes turned freezing cold. The next instant, he flashed directly before Jinling, startling the eagle so fiercely that every single feather on its body stood on end, as if it had been fluffed with fright.
"Scheming against my friend, attempting to devour my younger brother, and now you want to wipe the slate clean? You speak lightly. Better send your soul back to the netherworld."
Cao Kong's tone was calm, but his intent to kill was blazing. As for the so-called Great Peng of the Ten Thousand Li Journey, he cared not a whit.
In a flash, a five-colored sword materialized in his hand—this was the Sword of the Five Elements. Though it had not yet achieved the Hunyuan realm, its might was nonetheless extraordinary. With an unmatched momentum, it slashed toward Jinling.
Jinling’s expression drained of color as he felt a fatal threat closing in. He hastily unleashed a desperate life-or-death secret technique, attempting to flee.
"Ah!"
Alas, he was a fraction too late. A massive wing tumbled down to the earth, and his miserable scream chilled the soul.
Behold the roc eagle, now missing a wing, frantically flapping its remaining pinion in a desperate bid to escape. Cao Kong watched with cold indifference: "Go."
The Sword of the Five Elements in his hand pierced through the void, running straight through the eagle's back. A mighty surge of Daoist energy erupted, shattering its physical body into pieces, leaving no chance of resurrection.
This harrowing scream shook Jinjiu—who had been trapped by Cao Kong's single breath of the Samadhi Divine Wind—out of his stupor, filling his heart with boundless terror as he witnessed the Daoist's terrifying divine might.
He stammered repeatedly: "My Great King's divine might is peerless! If you kill me, when he finds out, he will certainly not spare you."
With that, he spewed a mouthful of vital blood. Though his complexion and aura withered instantly, his escaping momentum surged violently, and he tried to bolt.
Pity that Cao Kong's Eight Winds Divine Skill was now in full bloom, and his Wind Escaping Technique had gained further enhancement, allowing him to cover nine thousand miles in a single step. How could he possibly let this beast escape?
Sparing no Daoist energy within his body, he executed the escape technique and channeled his divine power. After a brief moment, a Golden-Winged Roc Eagle, severed in two, plummeted into the sea, where the aquatic demons rushed forward to tear it apart and devour it.
Immortal Liu swam over from the water, still lingering in fear as he said: "I owe this Daoist friend a kindness I fear I can never fully repay."
Cao Kong smiled indifferently:
"These two beasts possessed heavy turbid qi; they surely haven't done fewer evil deeds. Today, I am merely acting on behalf of Heaven to execute justice. Fellow Daoist Immortal Liu need not take it to heart."
The Seven Lions and the others also hurried over, recounting the perils of the encounter before asking: "Whose subordinates were these two beasts anyway? What kind of background is this Great Peng of the Ten Thousand Li Journey?"
Cao Kong's eyes flickered as he had already guessed the culprit's identity. He said: "Have no fear. If their king comes looking for trouble in the future, I have ways to deal with him."
The Yellow Lion Spirit also chimed in: "Heh~ Brother Cao's methods are astonishing. Now that both roc eagles are dead, this matter shouldn't leak out."
Just at that moment, a pair of eyes beneath the water observed this entire scene, and then quietly swam away, heading directly toward the mountain where the Great Peng of the Ten Thousand Li Journey resided.
Rest assured, what follows is not some cliché plot of "you beat my underling, so I'll call for backup." This storyline has been thoroughly thought through and is quite interesting; please look forward to it.
There will be another chapter tonight, no need to wait. Well, I had wanted to finish writing all three chapters before midnight, but alas, it didn't succeed.