Fierce Battle with Ao Chi

"What wouldn't I dare?"

Those four words rang out with steely force, like thunder from the Nine Heavens exploding over the Void Lotus Pond. The sound rolled and echoed, shaking the ten thousand mu of golden lotuses until they rustled and swayed, stirring the golden rain of light across the sky into a wild, chaotic dance.

Lu Changsheng stood in midair. Behind him, the Thunder Roc Wings slowly folded away, turning into two deep-purple lightning patterns that sank into his spine. His figure drifted down, and he held out the Void Golden Lotus King in his hand—wreathed in Void Chains and flowing with nine-colored divine light—toward Tang Xuanxuan, his expression gentle and composed.

"Here. I promised you."

"Wow!" Tang Xuanxuan's lively eyes instantly curved into crescents. Beaming with delight, she took the Golden Lotus King and leaned in to take a deep sniff. That rich spatial Dao Rhyme made a charming blush rise across her pretty face. "Brother Changsheng is the best!"

That scene was simply another brutal handful of salt thrown onto Ao Chi's pride, which was already dripping with blood.

Lu Changsheng turned around, his blue robes snapping in the wind, his figure straight and tall like a green pine. With both hands clasped behind his back, his deep eyes calmly gazed toward Ao Chi at the center of the lotus pond. Within his body, five kinds of lightning interwove and surged through his meridians, faintly blooming into a lotus of destructive thunder in the depths of his eyes.

He did not speak. He simply stood there in silence, yet he naturally carried the bearing of a grandmaster as still as a deep abyss and as towering as a mountain, as if the one before him was not the Young Master of the Nine-Headed Sea Snake Race at