The Inconstancy of Water

"Long Teng, you stinky man, you've gone too far!" Weak Water shouted in exasperation.

Weak Water was practically bursting with fury, her avatar having been shattered by Wang Ming at least a hundred times thus far.

Initially, Weak Water had not taken her opponent all that seriously, merely marveling at his heaven-shaking fighting spirit.

The Dragon Clan!

The Dragon Clan of the Primordial Era was indeed powerful, but the dragons of this era generally lingered at cultivation levels below True Immortal, with only a tiny fraction possessing True Immortal-level divine power.

In Weak Water's memories, the strongest dragons were Huanglong Zhenren of the Chan Sect and the Three-Headed Divine Jiao.

Yet,

today, this dragon who had suddenly popped out was beating her back step by step, leaving her hard-pressed to defend herself.

Had she not possessed an ability similar to that of the Nether River Ancestor, she would have died long ago.

The Nether River Blood Sea never dries, and the Nether River never dies; as for Weak Water, so long as Weak Water is inexhaustible, her true spirit never scatters.

Their battle was intensely fierce.

The sky, the riverbed, and the earth were all their battlefield.

"Formidable, truly formidable! To think the Dragon Clan still possessed such a powerhouse," Yu Ding Zhenren said with a face full of emotion.

Ever since the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation of the Primordial Era, the Dragon Clan had declined to the point where they could only retreat to live beneath the water. Had it not been for their ability to suppress the seabed and bring wind and rain, they might not even have been able to hold onto their underwater heritage.

The reason, naturally, was a lack of powerhouses.

"Strange? Didn't Master say it was difficult for the Dragon Clan to produce True Immortal-level