"Die, you annoying brat!"
To the Netherworld Corpse King, Ye Xuan was nothing more than an ant, but one that kept hopping around before him. Now tired of this leaping ant, he decided to slay Ye Xuan first, then deal with the Flood Dragon.
"Ye Xuan!"
The Flood Dragon seemed somewhat anxious, but in just a moment, as if he had thought of something, his anxiety dissipated. His gaze became grave and slowly fell upon Ye Xuan, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
Buzz!
Just as the Netherworld Corpse King was about to devour Ye Xuan's soul, suddenly, an astonishing light burst from the center of Ye Xuan's brows, revealing an incomplete brand mark within it. A terrifying pressure, as if not of this world, was released in an instant, enveloping the entire area beneath the Blood Soul Pond.
"It's appearing!"
The Flood Dragon exclaimed. He could never forget this pressure; it was this same move that Ye Xuan had used to subdue him, making him Ye Xuan's spiritual beast.