Battle Against Shui Linglong

Fan Lang had secretly set up this grand formation. Even Zhao XiaoMan knew nothing about it.

With the power of the Lapis Lazuli Jade Palace formation, he could trap Shui Linglong here—catching a turtle in a jar and beating a dog behind closed doors.

Fan Lang had chosen to deal with Lan Yingyue outside before, yet this time he had let Shui Linglong enter. That was precisely why he treated them differently.

Dealing with Lan Yingyue only required the outside. To deal with Shui Linglong, he needed more external assistance, and the formation was indispensable.

The Lapis Lazuli Jade Palace had taken shape, resembling the celestial court of the gods as it unleashed immense pressure that came crushing down upon Shui Linglong.

It was spatial pressure, causing space to shudder violently and collapse in layer after layer. Like shattered wooden boards, layers of black void emerged, all pressing down on Shui Linglong.

"Old hag, kneel!"

Fan Lang shouted. Nine Dragons Roaring! The surrounding Lapis Lazuli Jade Palace rose another dozen yards, becoming even more towering, majestic, and domineering.

Shui Linglong had only just been injured and could not withstand the tremendous pressure. Her knees buckled, and she dropped to one knee.

She was an esteemed Mystic God and the dignified headmistress of Heavenly Water Saint Academy, yet she had been reduced to this, forced to kneel by someone else!

Just moments ago, she had been full of spirit, deciding others' fates and repeatedly declaring that she would refine Zhao XiaoMan into a puppet. No amount of begging for forgiveness would have helped. Now, it was her turn to be controlled by someone else.

That was how fortunes changed!

This scene struck Zhao XiaoMan deeply. Shui Linglong was the nightmare in her heart, the one who had forced her to hide