Above the firmament, leaden clouds hung low. The White Flood Dragon's massive body tore through the sky, churning the surrounding spiritual energy into violent turbulence and producing deep sonic booms.
He had cultivated for ten thousand years. When had he ever suffered such provocation?
Especially when he had been toyed with twice by a human cultivator whose cultivation was far below his own?
As he drew ever closer to the Taotie Dharma Idol, the White Flood Dragon could even clearly make out its facial features. They overlapped with that hateful face in his memories, adding fuel to his fury.
However, at the instant before he touched the phantom of the Taotie Dharma Idol, an overwhelming terror born from his instinct for survival drenched the White Flood Dragon's entire body like icy water!
His charge came to an abrupt halt. His enormous body froze in midair in an extremely awkward posture, as though he had slammed into an invisible, intangible, yet indestructible wall.
The next moment, without time to think, he twisted his body and erupted with even greater speed than before, fleeing madly backward!
Before he had retreated even a hundred li in panic, a sudden change occurred!
A white bolt of lightning with indescribable majesty tore through the dense clouds without warning!
It was condensed like an incomparably thick pillar of light, its diameter rivaling that of a tree trunk requiring several people to embrace. Composed entirely of destructive energy, it carried the vast might of the Heavenly Dao as it struck precisely at the Taotie Dharma Idol's head!
The radiance was so brilliant that it illuminated the entire darkened world in an instant, as though all things had lost their color.
"BOOM—!"
The thunder came late, yet it shook mountains and rivers.
The white lightning first struck the