The emerald waves rippled, the sea surging.
Suddenly, the calm sea surface churned into a thousand frothing waves.
Beneath the azure waters, a colossal silver-white shadow moved with terrifying speed.
It was a massive Flood Dragon, its body nearly three thousand meters long, entirely silver-white. Its scales and claws were ferocious, glinting with a metallic sheen, as if cast from immortal gold.
The Silver Flood Dragon King had arrived.
Upon receiving Ao Cheng’s distress signal, he had erupted in thunderous rage and rushed towards the desolate island at full speed.
This matter was of great importance, involving the supremacy struggle between his Flood Dragon clan and the Merfolk clan. The Desolate Ancient Evil Flood Dragon Island was the Flood Dragon clan’s trump card, and it could not afford to be lost.
"Hmph, I thought Ao Cheng was the most outstanding of my many offspring, capable of great responsibility. I never expected him to be so useless, such a waste."
The Silver Flood Dragon King’s gaze was cold, filled with immense disappointment.
He had placed great hope in Ao Cheng, only to be thoroughly let down. To fail even such an important task meant he was not qualified to be his successor.
"It seems I must choose another heir, or perhaps, while I'm not too old, take on dozens more young wives and have another batch of excellent offspring to cultivate properly?"
The Silver Flood Dragon King fell into thought, feeling he was still vigorous and his prime was not yet past. Taking in some young and beautiful concubines seemed quite necessary.
Suddenly.
His pupils constricted sharply, his heart quickened, and his gaze fixed on the cliff face of the desolate island ahead.
"Beau... Beautiful... So grand..."
The Silver Flood Dragon King’s eyes glazed over, completely captivated at first sight.
It was a graceful, pink silhouette. Her upper body rose and fell like surging waves, her hips like towering peaks, her figure forming an astonishing 'S' curve. From afar, she was a range of mountains; up close, a single peak, causing the lecherous Silver Flood Dragon King’s eyes to widen.
He had seen countless women, his harem numbering in the thousands, yet this was the first time he had encountered a beauty with such a voluptuous figure.
"It's her, the mother of my future successor. With such perfect attributes, she’ll surely be fertile!"
The Silver Flood Dragon King had made up his mind; he had to have this woman before him.
A flash of silver light, and he transformed into human form, becoming an old man in silver robes, who then darted onto the cliff.
Then, he reached out directly and roughly grabbed Nan Gong Qiu’s well-endowed buttocks, which were padded by a chestplate.
Poor Nan Gong Qiu stood by the cliff edge, enjoying the sea breeze, eagerly anticipating an upcoming romantic encounter.
He never imagined that the so-called romantic encounter would arrive so abruptly.
"Wow, so firm!"
The Silver Flood Dragon King felt a sensation he had never experienced before, excitement surging through him. He couldn’t help but increase the pressure of his grip.
Nan Gong Qiu heard the sound and then clearly felt someone pinching him from behind. The chestplate padding his buttocks had visibly deformed.
If not for these pieces of chestplate protection, the consequences would have been unimaginable; his backside might have been crushed on the spot.
His body trembled, startled, and he let out a panicked cry for help.
"My darling is in danger?"
Over there, Ao Cheng, hearing the sound, rushed over, intending to play the hero.
"Really, what's going on with Nan Gong Qiu? He’s screaming so sensually, anyone would think he’s being molested."
Ji Mo also followed, wanting to see what had happened.
"Oh, her cries are so melodious and captivating. I like it."
The Silver Flood Dragon King, a seasoned lover, whispered into Nan Gong Qiu’s ear.
Then, his gaze landed on Nan Gong Qiu’s exaggerated chest, a wicked smile appearing: "Beauty, I am the Silver Flood Dragon King, the patriarch of the Flood Dragon clan. As long as you yield to me, you shall have fine clothes and food, glory and wealth, endless enjoyment."
Based on his past experiences, as soon as he revealed his name and lineage, any woman would obediently comply.
But this time, it was destined to be different.
Yield to you?
What a joke.
I, Nan Gong Qiu, a dignified man of seven feet, would stoop to you? Dream on.
"Old pervert, I'll fight you to the death."
Nan Gong Qiu was filled with righteous anger, his immortal energy surging wildly as he prepared to fight desperately.
However, he was utterly powerless to resist. His hands were instantly seized by the Silver Flood Dragon King, rendering him unable to move.
The gap in their strength was simply too vast.
The Silver Flood Dragon King possessed the cultivation of the early Emperor Immortal realm, a true Immortal Emperor. Pinning down Nan Gong Qiu was as easy as flipping a hand.
"Oh, you know who I am and still dare to resist? You have quite the nerve. I, the Silver Flood Dragon King, have always cherished and protected women; I never force them. However, you are so exceptionally unique, captivating me, making it impossible to extricate myself. I've decided to make an exception today."
The Silver Flood Dragon King gazed at Nan Gong Qiu, who was struggling desperately, and began to lose patience.
He had never tasted such a feisty one before. Today, he was determined to have her, even if by force.
"Try touching me, and you'll regret it immensely."
Nan Gong Qiu stopped struggling.
This old pervert mistook him for a woman. If he truly intended to act indecently, he would pull down his pants and reveal himself to shock him to death.
Even if it didn't kill him, it would make him feel ashamed.
"Heh, daring to threaten me, the Silver Flood Dragon King? You'll be the one regretting it."
The Silver Flood Dragon King chuckled lewdly and reached out towards Nan Gong Qiu’s chest.
Nan Gong Qiu’s eyes lit up. Instead of dodging, he puffed out his chest, moving forward to meet the touch.
"Women, you say no with your mouths, but your bodies are so honest."
The Silver Flood Dragon King was immensely pleased, laughing heartily.
"Stop..."
Ao Cheng, who had just arrived, saw this scene and his eyes turned bloodshot.
His own father, a degenerate, was reaching out his monstrous claws to his wife in broad daylight. What a sin!
The Silver Flood Dragon King heard Ao Cheng’s voice but did not stop his actions. His large hand had already grasped Nan Gong Qiu’s chest.
"Ah!"
"Ah..."
Both of them cried out almost simultaneously.
Both were in pain.
Nan Gong Qiu grimaced, his teeth gritted. Although he wore several layers of protective inner armor, this old brute was not human. His grip was astonishingly strong; his chest was likely bruised purple.
However, the Silver Flood Dragon King’s hand was covered in cuts, bleeding profusely.
After all, the inner armor Nan Gong Qiu wore was equipped with sharp barbs, which had immediately injured the Silver Flood Dragon King.
Ao Cheng, not understanding the situation, saw Nan Gong Qiu cry out in pain and bloodstains appear on his chest. He assumed the Silver Flood Dragon King had cruelly harmed Nan Gong Qiu.
"She's your daughter-in-law, you old fool. How could you lay hands on her like this?"
Ao Cheng’s eyes widened in fury, glaring at his father, his gaze flashing with killing intent.
As a man, how could he tolerate his beloved woman being so humiliated? He was enraged.
"Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? This is the woman I fancy, your future mother."
The Silver Flood Dragon King, though his hand was injured, paid it no mind.
The more thorny the rose, the more attractive it was. He was determined to have this woman.
Ao Cheng’s head buzzed, and a torrent of rage filled his chest.
His own father, shamelessly stealing his love, coveting the girl he had fallen in love with at first sight. This was something he could not tolerate.
"You incestuous old man, die!"
Ao Cheng’s hair stood on end, his face contorted with madness as he lunged at his father.