The Purple Flood Dragon cried out in pain, its dragon roar echoing throughout the cave, even penetrating out to the stone platform.

The White Lotus and Yellow Turban followers who had already escaped to the stone platform were immediately terrified, fearing that the Purple Flood Dragon would break free and pursue them, pushing their feet to run even faster.

Qin Yuesheng didn’t know how many swords and knives he had swung, but he finally managed to grind down most of the dragon horn taller than himself.

Anyone who has chopped down trees or seen others do it knows that to topple a tree, first you need to cut a ring-shaped notch at a fixed point, then hack away at one side, then move to the side and give it a hefty push, and the tree will fall straightly in the opposite direction.

Qin Yuesheng’s method of chopping the dragon horn was indeed similar. When he used his arms to give it a mighty push, the gleaming purple dragon horn instantly broke off with a snap, causing the Purple Flood Dragon to let out the craziest roar it had ever made.

Standing atop its head, Qin Yuesheng was very close to the dragon’s mouth, causing his ears to buzz, his mind to fog, and his vision to blur with double and triple images.

"I may not be able to defeat you now, but given a chance, I’ll return one day to strip your dragon skin, take your dragon tendons, drink your dragon blood, and eat your dragon meat. This dragon horn will be an interest for now. We shall meet again." Qin Yuesheng embraced the dragon horn with three of his arms, laughed heartily, and used the Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill to dart toward the bronze gate.

Seeing Qin Yuesheng planning to flee with its dragon horn, the Purple Flood Dragon’s eyes turned red and it crashed straight at the bronze gate, intending to crush the bug before it escaped.

But it underestimated the speed of the Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill; the moment Qin Yuesheng flew out through the crack of the bronze gate, the Purple Flood Dragon followed and slammed into the gate.

These doors were pushed inward; before arriving, Qin Yuesheng had pushed open a crack in the door wide enough for several people to enter, but for the Purple Flood Dragon, it was impossibly narrow, unable to even fit a finger through.

Boom!!!

With the Purple Flood Dragon’s full-force collision, the doors slammed shut, reverting to their state before Qin Yuesheng arrived.

"Roar!"

As the bronze door closed, only faint dragon roars leaked out. If Qin Yuesheng was far away, he might not even hear them.

"The door’s soundproofing is pretty good," Qin Yuesheng laughed, holding the dragon horn and a box.

Pretending to be the White Lotus Saint Envoy to search for treasures, these two items were the biggest gain.

Fearing the Purple Flood Dragon might use its dreadful purple fire to melt the rock and escape, Qin Yuesheng couldn’t stay long and quickly ran along the path out of the hidden space inside the giant Buddha cave.

...

As he stepped out of the gap between the giant Buddha’s palm, Qin Yuesheng saw a large ship quickly moving away on the Wujiang River. It was the same ship from the start, belonging to the White Lotus Saint Sect.

Injured and burdened with such a large dragon horn, Qin Yuesheng required someone to serve him, and the White Lotus Saint Sect’s ready-made followers could be of use.

He immediately used the Carefree Heavenly Travel Skill to pursue the giant ship.

"Brother Yang Jin, this was truly perilous. Master Feng originally wanted to find the Snake Armor Army’s relic, but who would’ve thought we’d find a dragon instead."

"Indeed, I still haven’t come to terms with what just happened."

On the ship’s deck, the people of White Lotus and Yellow Turban occupied opposite sides, at a tense standoff.

Due to the recent escape, people momentarily ceased fighting to save their lives, but on the ship, away from the giant Buddha cave, imminent danger was gone, and the faction differences were instantly exposed.

The people on both sides gripped their weapons tightly, watching each other warily.

The chaotic skirmish earlier had resulted in deaths on both sides; those who survived carried injuries, so a fight didn’t break out immediately, but everyone remained alert, ready for an outbreak at any provocation.

Just then, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, landing steadily in the center.

"Holy Envoy?" a White Lotus follower couldn’t help calling out, immediately covering his mouth.

He had seen the six arms behind Qin Yuesheng and that massive dragon horn.

The Yellow Turbans saw that the formidable fighter who had held his ground against two foes had escaped intact from the dragon cave, and they retreated to the deck’s edges, knowing they were no match for Qin Yuesheng. At any sign of an attack, they’d jump into the river to escape underwater.

"You departed without me and drove the ship away. Are you aware of your wrongdoings?" Qin Yuesheng coldly addressed the White Lotus followers.

Upon hearing this, they promptly knelt, pleading for mercy from Qin Yuesheng.

"Death may be pardoned; living punishment cannot be escaped," Qin Yuesheng stabbed the Celestial Demon Blade and the Dragon-Slaying Sword into the deck. Using his Inner Strength, he formed a Cold Ice Talisman in his palm and hurled it at the White Lotus followers.

With the Flying Knife Skill, Qin Yuesheng’s aim was precise; the icy talisman showered out like Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle and pierced each White Lotus follower’s body.

From now on, if they wished to live, they must obey Qin Yuesheng or face a fate worse than death.

After controlling these people, Qin Yuesheng turned to the Yellow Turbans and asked, "Do you seek life or death?"

The Yellow Turbans exchanged glances and swiftly vaulted over the rail, diving into the Wujiang River, creating splashes devoid of beauty.

With a casual grab, Qin Yuesheng suspended two Yellow Turban followers in mid-air, pulling them back forcibly.

"I’m particularly interested in you Yellow Turbans. You’ll stay and tell me about the sect," Qin Yuesheng said, tapping them to seal their acupoints with Inner Strength, preventing suicide.

"Holy Envoy, are we to return to the sect directly now?" a White Lotus follower inquired.

Qin Yuesheng shook his head, "No, you will sail to Antong County for me."

Although unsure why Qin Yuesheng was heading to Antong County, the White Lotus followers quickly took action.

In no time, the ship turned around in the river, steering in another direction.