Chapter 118: The Gossip I'm Eating Is About Myself
The clash between the two massive creatures instantly flattened more than a dozen residential buildings. Whether anyone inside had survived was anyone's guess.
The inner hall's senior brothers and sisters had all rushed over to join the fight, unleashing techniques and spirit tools against the pitch-black flood dragon's body, carving away great chunks of reeking, rotten flesh to expose the white bone beneath.
This was a ghost dragon.
The Old Blind One was dead, and from the degree of decomposition, had been dead for a very long time.
Standing on the rooftop and watching all of this, Li Qiuchen felt some of his lingering uncertainties suddenly resolve.
The temple at the bottom of the Dragon Scale River had never been the Old Blind One's cave dwelling. It was his tomb.
The water clan corpses inside had shown no signs of being bitten or cut down in battle, which meant they were simply "bodies," not the Old Blind One's food or his subordinates.
But why had a dead flood dragon been kept under lock and chain? And who had released it?
Li Qiuchen was still turning this over in his mind when a surging wave of demon energy erupted into the sky.