182: Chapter 182 Ink

"Three days! Only three days left!"

The massive body of the Strange Flood Dragon trembled violently on the sea surface.

Its nine hideous heads were now all pressed tightly against the cold seawater. In its eighteen dark-gold vertical pupils, the previous arrogance was nowhere to be found.

It had lived for thousands of years.

In this Mofeng Mountain and Sea, it was the high and mighty ruler.

But now, facing that Dark-Gold Puppet radiating the pressure of an epic grade Peak, it felt like a loach on a chopping block.

That pressure made the surrounding seawater as heavy as steel.

"My Lord, I've told you everything I know!"

The Strange Flood Dragon's voice carried a shrill, wailing sob, sending layers of waves across the sea.

"Please, I beg you, spare my life! I'm willing to be your slave! I'm willing to sign a soul contract! I'll be your mount!"

To survive, this old monster had completely trampled its dignity into the dust.

Nearby.

The tens of thousands of Survivors of the Wan Si Fleet covered their mouths tightly.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

That was an epic grade monster!

Normally, it could wipe out their entire fleet with a single breath.

Now, it was like a stray dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

This scene was too insane.

Li Taiping stood at the bow of the ship, expressionless.

The Strange Flood Dragon felt its scalp go numb under his gaze.

It knew that merely begging for mercy wouldn't move this terrifying human.

It had to offer something real!

"My Lord! I have treasures!"

The Strange Flood Dragon suddenly raised its largest middle head.

It opened its bloody maw wide.

Deep in its throat, a mass of black light, dense to the extreme, began to gather.

Immediately after.

Its massive body twisted in pain, and its abdomen contracted violently.

"Blegh—"

A massive black bubble, over ten meters in diameter, was forcefully spat out.

The bubble floated on the sea surface, mysterious runes flowing across its surface.

Pop.

The bubble burst.

Crash!

Accompanied by a blinding light, a mountain of rare materials instantly poured onto the sea surface.

The multicolored light directly illuminated the dim sky.

"Hiss—"

The sound of collective gasps echoed through the Wan Si Fleet.

Shen He's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He saw a mountain!

A mountain made of top-tier materials!

"My Lord, these are the treasures our Sea Burial Trench has collected over thousands of years!"

The Strange Flood Dragon smiled fawnishly, its nine heads all nodding frantically.

"There are countless Excellent Grade Peak materials here!"

"Most importantly, there are several pieces of epic grade deep sea source crystals!"

"These are supreme treasures nurtured by the Undersea Spiritual Veins for thousands of years! They are all dedicated to you!"

Li Taiping's gaze swept over that mountain of treasure.

Most of the items were indeed just scrap metal that didn't catch his eye.

But those deep sea source crystals caught his attention.

There were three crystals about the size of a fist.

They were deep blue throughout, as if a miniature ocean were sealed inside.

The space around the crystals even showed slight distortions due to the immense energy.

The moment seawater approached the crystals, it first froze, then instantly boiled into white mist.

Good stuff.

Li Taiping raised his right hand and made a grasping motion from a distance.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three epic grade deep sea source crystals turned into streaks of light and landed steadily in his palm.

They were ice-cold to the touch.

Yet they contained a majestic vitality that made one's heart race.

Seeing this, the Strange Flood Dragon was ecstatic.

He took them!

This human took the treasures!

As long as he took the payment, its life was as good as saved!

"Thank you, My Lord, for your mercy!"

The Strange Flood Dragon was so excited it spoke incoherently, its nine heads smashing into the sea surface and sending water splashing everywhere.

"Thank you, My Lord! I'll get lost right now! I'll just..."

"Are you finished?"

Li Taiping's cold voice suddenly rang out across the sea.

It interrupted the Strange Flood Dragon's joy.

The Strange Flood Dragon froze.

Its eighteen eyes stiffened simultaneously.

"My... My Lord?"

"If you're finished, then be on your way."

Li Taiping's tone was flat.

The Strange Flood Dragon felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

Before it could even react.

The Dark-Gold Puppet in mid-air moved.

There were no fancy movements.

The ten-meter-long black greatsword only left an extremely thin black line in the air.

Squelch!

The sword light flashed.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

A second later.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—!

The nine heads of the Strange Flood Dragon soared into the sky in unison!

Dark red blood, like nine high-pressure water jets, gushed out frantically.

It instantly dyed the sea for miles around red.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The nine massive heads crashed into the sea of blood, kicking up towering waves.

Even in death, the Strange Flood Dragon didn't understand.

It had clearly handed over all its trump cards, even throwing in thousands of years of wealth.

Why was this human still so heartless and ruthless?