Chapter 582 - 322: Profound Pattern Pill Formed, White Flood Dragon Breath!

After Su Mu left Cyan Fish Gang, he quickly departed from Commandery City. This city with a population of a million was still splendid with bustling streets, and ordinary citizens couldn’t feel the internal strife within Cyan Fish Gang.

Outside the city in a dense forest, after confirming no one was around, Su Mu took out the Pill Furnace and released the seal.

"Boom!"

The Pill Furnace trembled violently, emitting sounds of metal clashing, and then green smoke rose, stirring wind and snow, forming a vague spectral image of a peculiar beast.

As the spectral beast formed, Spiritual Qi from the heavens and the earth surged like a tide, far surpassing the commotion when the Heart-Protecting Pill was refined!

"The Profound Pattern Pill is done!"

Su Mu’s face quickly turned from joy to focus, as he looked towards a direction with furrowed brows, noticing a figure rapidly approaching through the forest.

"Boy, do you think you can escape unscathed after tricking me?"

"This... this is the phenomenon of pill formation... You can actually refine Middle Third Grade Elixir?!"

The black-clothed man revealed his true voice in shock, sounding like a man in his forties. Su Mu, with his ability to recognize voices, quickly identified the speaker.

Memories unfolded like an Ancient Scroll in his mind, rapidly revealing that he had heard this voice during a grand competition—this person was then beside the Ink Flood Dragon Hall’s Hall Master in Cyan Fish Gang.

At this moment, the man’s snake-like, inverted triangle eyes were filled with shock and joy, followed by a burst of wild laughter.

"Hahaha, clever boy, you hide well... I won’t hide from you either, I am Zhang Ying, the Vice Hall Master of Ink Flood Dragon Hall in Cyan Fish Gang, and you must know the one behind me well."

"If you are willing to serve us, you might become the next Hall Master of the Alchemy Hall!"

Ignoring this, Su Mu’s gaze fell without distraction onto the Pill Furnace, where four peculiar pills, covered with light golden cracks, lay silently.

Only after storing the pills in the Sumeru Ring did Su Mu turn around leisurely.

"Seems I forgot about you, the annoying fly... Have you finished your last words?"

As the voice fell, the forest descended into an oppressive silence. Zhang Ying’s complexion froze with shock and joy, his face flushed in an instant, and his expression turned extraordinarily furious.

"A sharp-tongued boy indeed."

"If you cannot be used by me and the Vice Gang Leader, I won’t mind destroying you today. I will make you scream and beg, regret coming into this world, make you perish worse than that old Zhou Cang!"

Zhang Ying’s triangular eyes gleamed with murderous intent, a sinister smile spreading at his lips.

Upon hearing the threat, Su Mu showed a smile, unable to suppress a light laugh.

"Boy, why are you laughing? Have you gone mad faced with death?"

Su Mu’s light laughter made Zhang Ying’s brows furrow spontaneously. He confirmed all the way that no one was following him, but subconsciously released his Spiritual Power, verifying that only the two of them were in the forest, making his face look even worse.

He had been tricked by the kid again!

"Boy, you’re seeking death!"

Furious beyond measure, Zhang Ying saw Su Mu still laughing, but the smile soon turned icy, his eyes flashing with undisguised killing intent.

Suddenly, Zhang Ying felt a chill for no reason, as if watched by something extremely dangerous.

"Why... do you insist on courting death?"

With that, suddenly within Su Mu, it’s as if a volcano awakened, and a towering wave erupted, water Spiritual Qi in the world converging wildly behind him into the form of a white flood dragon.

The next breath.

Su Mu opened his mouth.

A roar and dragon’s call resounded through the forest.

A fierce shout issued from Su Mu’s mouth, distorting the invisible air, causing surrounding trees to sway and break, as a white flood dragon-shaped Gang Force as thick as a baby’s arm roared out.

Like a river-flipping flood dragon breathing out a dragon’s breath!

Flood Dragon Shocking Skill: White Flood Dragon Breath!

"This... this is Flood Dragon Shocking Skill, impossible... Was it you who took the White Flood Dragon Flipping River Map scroll that night?"

That night, the one who took the White Flood Dragon Flipping River Map wasn’t one of those old gang members or a hall master, but this young man?

How is this possible!

Even if he took the White Flood Dragon Flipping River Map, how could he comprehend and master Flood Dragon Shocking Skill in such a short time?

"Why is your Power so immense?!"

Zhang Ying’s pupils shrank to pinhole size, his scalp tingling as if struck by lightning, facing that tremendous flood dragon breath that tore through the sky, waves of terror raged in his heart.

It’s unimaginable that such overwhelming Power could be achieved by this seemingly twenty-something young man.