My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 138 - 123 White Flood Dragon Swims the River

Chapter 138: Chapter 123 White Flood Dragon Swims the River

Chapter 138 -123 White Flood Dragon Swims the River

Above the Great River.

A dragon raised its head.

All at once.

The currents turned rapid, thrusting up shocking waves.

Zhao Rong startled.

At first glance, he saw a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.

And on the second.

It was a White Flood Dragon, a kilometer away, raising its head with waves towering over tens of meters high, surging directly towards him.

It seemed that in the next instant, it could smash the Dragon Ship to smithereens.

Submerge everything.

Zhao Rong’s breathing seized.

The part of the dragon that rose above the water was already dozens of meters high, its full length unknown.

It appeared serpent-like, its body covered in scale armor, with dragon whiskers on its head and small, unformed horns, a white mane on its neck, and chest marked with red stripes. Two limbs emerged above the water’s surface.

At this moment, its body was drenched in blood, with eyes equally red; a closer look revealed innumerable wounds across its body from which fresh blood flowed incessantly.

Only when occasionally cleansed by the river water could a brief glimpse of its white body be seen.

Turned out it was a White Flood Dragon bathed in blood.

Right now.

In his arms, Su Xiaoxiao was listening to the beating of his heart.

It seemed that feeling the stiffness in his body and the quickening of his pulse, or perhaps drawn by the abnormal clamor of the river, she became alert.

Like a wary deer, she looked up, and her first sight was her lover’s strange expression.

Following Zhao Rong’s gaze, Su Xiaoxiao turned her head, and her beautiful eyes widened the next moment.

“Ah! This… what is this…”

Zhao Rong felt an overwhelming urgency, tightly pressing his lips together, his eyes swiftly scanning around for a way to escape.

But above this great river, all around was rolling water.

Even the Dragon Ship, as large as a mountain like Qingshan, was just a speck in the vastness.

A hundred meters behind the ship, the White Flood Dragon now less than a kilometer away was about to collide with the Dragon Ship, with a hundred-meter-high tidal wave around it.

The Dragon Ship sailed through the central channel of the Great River, and the blood-red White Flood Dragon also traveled the very heart of the river.

At this point, even if the Dragon Ship deviated from its course, or if the White Flood Dragon made way,

it would be in vain, because the mighty waves stirred by the White Flood Dragon could flip the Dragon Ship over.

Not to mention, the raging White Flood Dragon had no intention of giving way or stopping.

The Dragon Ship and the White Flood Dragon were about to collide the very next moment.

He and Su Xiaoxiao had no way to escape.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, his eyes fixed on the blood-soaked White Flood Dragon, even speculating whether it was targeting him…

Just as Zhao Rong was about to give in to despair,

The situation around him changed in the blink of an eye.

From somewhere on the Dragon Ship, a slim figure with a sword scabbard on his back flew out, a young man.

The boy with the sword on his back, when compared to the massive Dragon Ship,

was like an ant to an elephant.

But then.

Out of nowhere, the sword-carrying young man reached out his hand and grasped at the air below him.

Clenching his fist, he lifted upward.

Boom————!

The entire massive Dragon Ship, as if cradled by a giant’s hand, began to float upwards.

The sword-carrying young man’s fist raised slower and slower,

yet the Dragon Ship ascended faster and faster, drifting further from the river’s surface.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Forty meters.

Eighty meters.

Bang————!

Whish————!

In an instant.

The Dragon Ship and the White Flood Dragon had already met.

The height of the ship’s bottom still didn’t surpass the giant waves stirred up by the Flood Dragon.

But.

The looking up Flood Dragon, by a stroke of luck, didn’t collide with the floating hull.

The Dragon Ship was violently beaten by the giant waves, instantly submerging half of its bottom, its body trembling nonstop, yet it still stood firm.

The exploding water vapor surged a thousand meters high.

A faint rainbow of seven colors appeared.

Falling droplets turned into a brief torrential downpour.

The Dragon Ship and the White Flood Dragon.

The two passed by each other.

Everything that had just happened took place in just a few breaths.

It caught people off guard, over before they could react.

The Flood Dragon went far away, the waves calmed down, and the Dragon Ship returned to the surface of the river.

Zhao Rong, who was bending over to embrace the petite figure of Su Xiaoxiao into his arms, slowly straightened up.

Breathing heavily, he stared blankly at the direction where the White Flood Dragon departed.

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“Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang.”

Su Xiaoxiao raised her head in Zhao Rong’s arms, slightly opened her mouth, looked him up and down, frantically checking his body.

At the moment when the Dragon Boat and the giant wave collided, Zhao Rong protected her in his embrace without a second thought.

Her face wrinkled with worry at that moment, concerned that Zhao Rong had been affected by the recent events.

“I’m fine,” Zhao Rong frowned and looked around.

Upon hearing his words, Su Xiaoxiao’s heart slightly relaxed, and then warmth filled her. She raised her hand and gently wiped the water stains off his face with her sleeve.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong’s expression and said softly, “That Flood Dragon seems to have been making its way along the Jiang River.”

At that moment, Zhao Rong was carefully observing the sword-bearing youth who had just saved the lives of everyone on the ship.

He wore ordinary white clothing, his face was plain, and the sword on his back was wrapped layers upon layers with white cloth, obscuring its appearance.

Now that the danger had passed, the passengers had calmed down, and occasionally cultivators who had fled when the large waves approached were flying back to the ship.

The noise on the ship was boisterous as people thanked the sword-bearing youth for his life-saving action.

Yet the sword-bearing youth paid them no heed, just craning his neck and frowning as he stared at the departing silhouette of the running Jiang White Flood Dragon, expressionless save for the slight quiver of the sword behind him.

Like the chirping of cicadas.

Hearing Su Xiaoxiao’s words, Zhao Rong turned back and asked, “Making its way along the river?”

Su Xiaoxiao smiled faintly, ready to speak, but the next second, she saw Zhao Rong suddenly turning his head to look behind. Curious, she looked as well.

There, in the direction from which the White Flood Dragon had come, another ten or so streaks of escaping light appeared.

Swiftly thereafter, the sounds of wind and thunder accompanied the river’s roar.

Zhao Rong was about to look more closely when those streaks of escaping light closed in in an instant.

Among the flock, three streaks of light suddenly broke away from the group.

The rest continued on, passing over the Dragon Ship to chase the Jiang running White Flood Dragon.

Of those three that separated, two went towards the opposite banks of the river, appearing to be chasing the floodwaters that had spread tens of miles across the forests on both banks.

The last one stopped above the Dragon Ship, not far from the sword-bearing youth, revealing a handsome, elegantly dressed young man in white.

After glancing down at the Dragon Ship, the young man in white breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hands respectfully to the sword-bearing youth, and earnestly said,

“Thank you for your assistance, otherwise Ning Sister would have made a grave mistake. I am Li Yueyang from the Xinran Sect… Huh!”

The young man in white’s gaze swept over the sword wrapped in white cloth behind the sword-bearing youth and abruptly paused, uttering a cry of surprise and looking a few more times before his eyes sharpened, and he inhaled sharply,

“Are you Brother Jiang?”

The moment Li Yueyang arrived, the sword-bearing youth had only glanced at him once, then paid him no attention and continued staring in the direction the White Flood Dragon had left, hesitating whether to draw his sword.

Now, hearing Li Yueyang’s exclamation, the sword-bearing youth slowly turned his head back, his expression wooden as he looked at Li Yueyang, then suddenly spoke. Instead of answering his question, he asked one of his own.

“That White Flood Dragon, is it from your Xinran Sect?”

Li Yueyang was taken aback, as if suddenly remembering something, and was alarmed. He hurriedly explained, “Brother Jiang, Ning Sister’s peculiar identity has already been registered at your Punishment Mansion, and Taiching Prefecture confirmed her identity is harmless long ago, allowing her to cultivate within the prefecture. This short journey along the Jiang River also received a pardon from the Punishment Mansion.”

With that, Li Yueyang took out a golden piece of paper and respectfully handed it to the sword-bearing youth.

The latter took it, glanced at it for a while, then, without a word, returned it.

Only.

His sword wrapped in white cloth behind him.

In that instant.

Stopped its cicada-like hum.