“My name is Wu Mo, and I’m an out-of-towner from the Eastern Wilderness!”
Little Li Ming Jiao stood on stage, introducing himself with all the drama of a seasoned actor.
As everyone knows, he was the first-ever Best Male Lead in the Qingyuan Sect’s Golden Statue Awards.
He fondled a shell pearl he had just splurged on, looking deeply moved:
“Since I was a child, I’ve been a flood dragon, growing up in the unfamiliar territory of the human race. My father got seriously injured when I was very young, and my mother nearly drained herself giving birth to me…”
“I heard that our Ming Jiao Clan needed help, so I journeyed across countless miles to the South Border.”
“And all this is for one DREAM!”
Gasps echoed through the audience as monsters expressed their astonishment.
He journeyed thousands of miles to the South Border?
Just for a dream?
No questions asked, this dream must be about revitalizing the Water Clan!
The monsters present were deeply moved.
Faced with such a tragic backstory, where he hadn’t even seen his clan’s members growing up, yet persevered through great difficulties to offer his strength, who wouldn’t feel a twinge of respect?
“What a rare gem! My Water Clan needs someone as sincere as this Sky Flood Dragon!”
Wu Qing seemed to think of something, wiped her tears, and led the applause.
Soon, applause erupted from the judges’ panel.
Once the judges were clapping, how could the other Water Clan members sit still?
In a matter of minutes, Little Li Ming Jiao had earned a thunderous ovation, as if he’d already clinched victory.
“But he hasn’t even showcased his bloodline power yet!”
Xiang Liu, the young clan leader, slammed the table, shaking it with his overwhelming strength.
What’s the use of all this flair if his bloodline power is weak? It would just make him a laughingstock!
The Water Clan members at the table looked perplexed.
Not to be mean, buddy.
You eat so fast that no one can compete with you, but why do you start flipping tables after you’ve stuffed your face?
“Your conviction is commendable! But competing for the Celestial Divine Jade is fraught with danger—conviction alone won’t suffice. Let everyone see your bloodline power!”
Wu Qing and the elders from the Ming Jiao Clan looked expectantly at this Wu Mo.
Such a sincere clan member, if his bloodline power is outstanding, could be groomed for greatness!
“Very well.”
Li Mo nodded calmly. He transformed into a flood dragon that stretched several yards long.
His scales shimmered like dark clouds, showcasing the purity of his bloodline!
Gasps rippled among the monsters.
Wu Mo’s bloodline is that pure?!
Both of Xiang Liu’s heads raised their eyebrows in surprise; this was beyond his expectations.
But he quickly regained his composure.
Even a pure-blooded flood dragon couldn’t compete with the strength of the Xiang Liu Clan.
How could he possibly surpass the Qingluan Divine Maiden?
“Brother Li seems to have never practiced controlling water vapor…”
Murong Xiao looked a bit anxious.
He knew Brother Li wasn’t a real monster but relied on transformation techniques.
What if he accidentally exposed his true self?
They were surrounded by plenty of high-ranking monsters, even fourth-grade monster kings. If he got caught, it would be serious!
Little Li didn’t plan to go solo.
Activate wind and rain talisman!
Boom——
The sound of thunder rolled overhead as dark clouds gathered, and suddenly, it turned pitch black, as if brewing an impending tempest.
“Ahem!”
Li Mo sneezed.
A sudden gust of wind blew, lightning surged through the clouds, tearing open the first rift for the downpour.
Pitter-patter——
With the first drop of rain falling, it soon felt like a dam had burst, the heavens rapidly drowning the ground in a thick curtain of water.
Heavy rain poured down, leaving countless monsters drenched and in disarray.
“Did he summon this storm?”
“This is a flood dragon? I’d believe it if you told me he was a dragon!”
“He clearly didn’t receive any clan training, yet he can do this?”
“No one taught him; he must have put in a ton of hard work to reach this level.”
“Our Ming Jiao Clan is finally getting a real Sky Flood Dragon!”
“Has Wu Mo not paired up yet? I wonder if he likes shrimp-headed ladies…”
The Water Clan members watching from the lakeside, including those from the Ming Jiao Clan, were in a frenzy.
Some were even calculating how to ask Little Li to mate with the women of their clan.
With such a powerful bloodline, the offspring would undoubtedly be extraordinary!
What’s even more terrifying?
He could not only summon storms but also make them cease!
Xiang Liu, the young clan leader, exchanged looks with his two heads, utterly bewildered, feeling inexplicably nervous.
No. No matter how strong the bloodline power, it could not surpass that of the Xiang Liu Clan.
Besides, Wu Mo is so young.
Strong bloodline ≠ strong power…
“Wu Mo, we judges unanimously give your performance a perfect score!”
The fish in the lake quickly arranged themselves into the number “ten.”
“Thank you for your guidance, elders.”
Li Mo clasped his claws together, looking ever so modest, proving he was a well-read flood dragon.
Wu Qing exchanged glances with Murong Feng nearby and thought of inviting him to a post-audition chat.
Little Li happily agreed.
Afterward, it was back to the long sea selection process.
Until night fell, the top ten Water Clan individuals finally began actual combat.
But this combat wasn’t about rankings.
The point was simply to let the judges see how each performed during battle.
Guess what?
Xiang Liu and Little Li Ming Jiao actually had a chance to spar!
Standing on the arena, Xiang Liu said, “Since you’re young, I won’t bully you with bloodline power. Let’s compete in strength instead?”
A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.
Monsters are equally powerful in terms of bloodline and physical strength.
Clearly, Wu Mo relied on his bloodline; you’re suggesting you want to challenge him physically?
What difference is this from an adult challenging a child to a strength contest?
Throwing dignity to the wind!
Li Mo sighed in relief.
His control over water vapor was weaker than an average flood dragon. The earlier storm may have seemed impressive, but it had little to do with him.
He was just trying to avoid that aspect.
But now, this double-headed Xiang Liu happened to bring it up.
Talk about brains not equating to wisdom…
“Oh well.”
“Hehehe… I’ll let you go first, show me how ‘mild’ your attack is.”
Xiang Liu laughed joyfully.
“You said it.”
Li Mo also smiled broadly.
The flavor of the Nine Flood Dragon Strength Pills… simply delightful.
…….
Days later.
The news that a Sky Flood Dragon emerged from the Black Water Marsh spread like wild wind through the South Border’s various monster clans.
Right around the time the celestial jade appeared, tribes in the South Border were most concerned about which clan would secure the divine jade—a matter crucial to every clan.
The more outstanding the genius from a clan, the higher the probability of claiming the divine jade.
Moreover.
This flood dragon from the Ming Jiao Clan stood alongside the Qingluan Divine Maiden.
It even knocked off another head from Xiang Liu!
And it was done with sheer force!
As the news took flight, it swiftly reached the ears of all the major clans.
The Qiongqi Tribe, Da Peng Clan, Golden Feather Roar Clan, Luwu Clan, and even…
The Qingluan Clan.
