Li Xinzhou swung his fist, landing a solid blow on Yu Daohén's temple.
Yu Daohén gritted his teeth and raised his Kang Long Mace, bringing it down on Li Xinzhou's head.
After a single dragon and one man retreated, neither gained the upper hand.
Hum… hum… hum.
Yu Daohén shook his head, a buzzing sound filling his ears.
This was thanks to the boost from the ghost horn's power; otherwise, he would have certainly been knocked unconscious by that heavy punch.
Li Xinzhou also shook his head vigorously.
That blow to the head had nearly given him a concussion.
In this style of trading blows and brawling like street thugs, Li Xinzhou, even as a flood dragon, was no match for Yu Daohén.
As their senses cleared, Li Xinzhou knew in his heart.
He couldn't get bogged down in a protracted fight with this kid. He was a flood dragon and also skilled in magic.
Yu Daohén naturally understood Li Xinzhou's thoughts as well.
However, fighting with magic wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
His current body truly couldn't withstand a drawn-out brawl with a flood dragon.
The moment their eyes met, both unleashed their magic simultaneously.
Li Xinzhou spat out flames that surged forward. Yu Daohén, unfazed, formed a hand seal and inhaled sharply, then exhaled a torrent of flames to clash with Li Xinzhou's.
With the boost from the ghost horn's power, Yu Daohén managed to fight Li Xinzhou to a draw.
Li Xinzhou, quick as lightning, stomped the ground and charged forward. Simultaneously, he condensed energy in his palm, drawing a large amount of river water to his hand and striking at Yu Daohén, a low growl escaping his lips: "Fan Hai Zhang!"
Seeing this, Yu Daohén condensed his Tian Gan Zhang and met the blow head-on.
Bang!
The two palms collided, energy waves scattering in all directions. The entire ship shuddered, cracks appeared on the deck, and ripples surged across the surrounding river.
Small fish fled from the water's surface, escaping the scene of conflict.
Yu Daohén's expression was grim; he was clearly struggling to hold on.
Li Xinzhou on the other side was in no better condition.
Suddenly, both exerted their full strength, unable to overcome the other, and retreated.
Yu Daohén steadied himself, his eyes fixed on Li Xinzhou, who had also retreated.
This guy's strength, among the opponents he had faced, could at least rank in the top three, perhaps second only to that immortal.
But to be able to fight him to a draw was enough to prove the results of his cultivation over the past six months.
Moreover, he could still feel the power of the ghost horn and push it to its limit, though he was only using it in a controlled manner.
His strength could definitely be pushed higher.
But he didn't know what the price for that would be.
Every time he used the ghost horn's power, his body would become weak, requiring at least ten days to half a month to recover.
If he were to unleash the full power of the ghost horn, who knew how long he would need to recover.
It might even be life-threatening.
He absolutely could not use it unless it was a last resort.
"I have to admit, you are strong, just like five hundred years ago. I couldn't defeat you in human form."
Li Xinzhou was now one hundred percent certain.
This person was Xu Feng from five hundred years ago!
"Five hundred years ago?"
Yu Daohén understood.
This flood dragon was referring to Xu Feng.
And from the looks of it, he and Xu Feng had some deep-seated hatred.
"Are you planning to fight to the death?" Yu Daohén murmured, already preparing for a desperate struggle.
From the fight so far, Yu Daohén could tell that the flood dragon was fighting with all his might, but not with the desperation of fighting for his life.
But now, it was completely different.
In the upcoming battle, only one would survive.
Either him, or this flood dragon.
Regardless of the outcome, to force the Yellow River God to fight for his life.
That was enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.
Li Xinzhou transformed into his white flood dragon form, looking at Yu Daohén, and opened his massive maw: "Five hundred years ago, I lost to you in this form. Today, I will defeat you in this form."
Five hundred years ago, Xu Feng had defeated all the demons under heaven; none were his match.
Back then, Li Xinzhou had also fought Xu Feng.
That battle lasted a day and a night, and Li Xinzhou was completely crushed, his dragon tendons nearly severed.
It was precisely because of that battle that Li Xinzhou's strength had not advanced further to this day.
This time, he was determined to completely eliminate the nightmare in his heart.
Looking at Li Xinzhou, who had transformed into his flood dragon form, Yu Daohén knew.
Without unleashing the full power of the ghost horn, it would be impossible to defeat this flood dragon.
He had a premonition that once he unleashed the full power of the ghost horn, the price might be very high.
It might even be death.
But the current situation forced him to unleash the full power of the ghost horn to resist.
"Either way, I'm going to die, so I might as well fight. If I can't even deal with this little flood dragon, how can I save Liu Feng?"
Yu Daohén made up his mind, let out a roar, and unleashed all the power of the ghost horn at once.
"Hah!"
The ghost energy within a hundred-mile radius converged upon Yu Daohén.
Dark clouds instantly gathered above Yu Daohén's head, and the water surface began to churn.
It was like a tsunami or a mountain collapse.
The scene before them was like the end of the world.
The aura emanating from Yu Daohén's body was skyrocketing by hundreds of times every second.
His body's muscles slowly receded, and his physique returned to normal, but his skin had turned a ghostly black-purple.
The ghost horns had grown more than double their original size.
At this moment, Yu Daohén no longer had any human aura.
His current aura was that of a ghost king, no, it surpassed that of a ghost king, reaching the legendary ghost immortal.
Plop!
Yu Daohén's heart gave a sudden thump and then stopped beating.
"Is this the price for unleashing all the ghost horn's power?"
Yu Daohén now knew the price for unleashing all the ghost horn's power.
Death!
Regardless of whether he won this battle, he was destined to die.
He had, in essence, already bought his ticket to death.
It was just a matter of boarding the ship a little later.
Li Xinzhou looked down at Yu Daohén, his expression exceedingly grave.
He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Yu Daohén.
At this moment, Yu Daohén could exert the same oppressive feeling on Li Xinzhou as Xu Feng had five hundred years ago.
But looking at Yu Daohén's heart, Li Xinzhou could sense that his heart had stopped beating.
Was this the price for unleashing his mysterious power?
Yu Daohén sensed his current strength and felt not fear of death, but excitement.
Power, absolute power!
Was this the power that could dominate everything?
At this moment, he felt as if the entire world was submitting at his feet.
This was an unprecedented experience.
Had Xu Feng felt this way back then?
Yu Daohén, radiating terrifying ghost energy, looked at Li Xinzhou, who had already transformed into his flood dragon form, and smiled, "How is it? Is this scene what you wished for?"
Li Xinzhou's face showed excitement, "That's right, that's right. Xu Feng back then gave me this same oppressive feeling."
Hearing Li Xinzhou say this, Yu Daohén exuded an overwhelming, domineering aura, as if he were the only one in the world: "Come, show me that arrogant spirit that defies everyone and fight me to the death."
Li Xinzhou smiled faintly, "I can feel that your heart has stopped beating, which means… I don't need to explain further, do I?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohén's expression flickered, and he taunted, "Are you afraid and trying to escape!?"