The long Flood Dragon, white as jade, broke through the sky, its claws powerful, treading the wind and commanding thunder, with a luminous single horn wrapped in a radiant aura.
The Jade Flood Dragon let out a long cry, its body glowing brightly, slender and elegant, exuding an endless sense of divine beauty. At this moment, the cultivators of Junle County were all stunned, their battle intent dissipating, their strength waning, momentarily frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
Master Xuan Jing roared angrily, his cold and piercing Golden Core spiritual pressure shot upward.
He flicked his duster, and thousands of silver threads spun in the air, snapping like a whip, crackling like thunder, waking the surrounding cultivators.
Very well, let me test your skills.
