And the old man transformed from that Golden Lion was already staring with his tongue tied. Others might not know, but as for the identity of the one who had struck, he knew it down to the roots.
The Jellyfish King!
One of the six great powerhouses of the Sea Race.
That was a being on the same level as the Three Demon Emperors.
And as a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, a figure who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, he had dealt with the Jellyfish King before.
The other party was not only a middle-stage cultivator; his divine abilities were strange and mysterious to the extreme.
The cultivation arts inherited by the Sea Race's Six Kings were fundamentally different from one another.
Take the jellyfish line, for instance: they excelled in illusions, and the Jellyfish King was the cream of the crop among them.
Of course, he was not the strongest of the Six Kings, but he was absolutely the most difficult to deal with. Even Dongxuan Realm existences like them, once trapped by the Jellyfish King's illusion arts, could not be said to be doomed for certain, but escaping was by no means easy.
He remembered that more than ten thousand years ago, his clan's Lion Emperor had once exchanged pointers with the Jellyfish King.
It was called an exchange of pointers, but of course it had involved certain disputes between the two races.
Otherwise, with their strength having reached that level, how could they possibly make a move so lightly?
In the end, although the Lion Emperor had won by a hair, to be fair, there had been a certain element of luck in it.
The entire process could be described as danger sprouting everywhere like rings in a chain.
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