"Heh heh. He dared to be disrespectful to my master, Lord Yang Xiao. Did he not deserve to die?"
The purple-haired giant grinned widely at Zou Wuji's follower.
The man's aura was overwhelming.
It frightened Zou Wuji's follower so much that he instinctively took a step back.
He was speechless for a long moment.
In fact, it wasn't just him.
Even the aloof Demigods felt a jolt in their spirits when they saw the purple-haired giant.
For the scene they witnessed was completely different from what everyone else saw.
To the common person, and even to the guards at the Great Divine Power Realm, the purple-haired giant was just a particularly tall and sturdy man. His aura was similar to theirs—that of the Great Divine Power Realm, though his cultivation might have been a bit higher at most.
But in the eyes of the five Demigods, this purple-haired giant was no man at all.
He was a Flood Dragon.
A terrifying Purple-scaled Blood Horned Flood Dragon.
