Dragon Lord

"Who are you?"

The Carp Demon, who had already transformed into a dragon, stared gravely at the young man who had suddenly appeared before him.

He sensed an extremely terrifying power emanating from this young man, enough to make even an "immortal" like him tremble with fear.

This young man was naturally Fang Xuan. He said nothing more, merely raised his right hand and slapped toward the void. In an instant, a massive palm condensed in the air and grabbed at the Carp Demon.

"Bold."

The Carp Demon—no, he should now be called the Dragon Lord.

Once a carp leaped over the Dragon Gate, its bloodline was naturally no longer what it had once been. It had become a true dragon.

True dragons were synonymous with power in any world, and in the Great Zhou Royal World, they were even more symbols of strength. They allowed no one to provoke them.

The Dragon Lord calmly extended the index finger of his right hand. Threads of strange divine wind rose from his fingertip. Fang Xuan had never seen this wind before, but it contained the aura of laws, even comparable to the Great Dao Mystical Powers he cultivated.

The strange wind at the Dragon Lord's fingertip transformed into a vortex. The instant Fang Xuan's massive hand approached, it was caught by the vortex, returned to its origin, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Whoosh!

The strange wind instantly turned into flowing water, shifting without the slightest delay. The water merged into the vortex and actually became a waterspout. The laws of wind transformed into laws of water, sweeping toward Fang Xuan to grind him apart.

Whoosh!

Fang Xuan paid it no mind. Instead, he pointed with one hand, and the vortex trembled slightly before freezing in place. Then it exploded with