Chu Qing raised both hands.
The muscles on his back writhed.
Rip!
Rip!
A great tendon tore through flesh and burst forth.
That great tendon was like a mighty dragon, yet also like a great fish.
Fish Dragon Dance.
Chu Qing's most important great tendon.
The tendon swayed, letting out a dragon's roar.
At the same time:
The Liuli River rumbled!
From the heaviest chain, a small chain suddenly wound its way out.
The chain soared into the air, resembling a great tendon as it shot skyward, racing toward the Imperial Capital.
Atop a tall building:
Censor Miao's expression darkened.
He shook his fishing rod, and in the next instant, the net of heaven and earth formed from fishing lines contracted.
"You still dare resist?"
Countless fishing lines interwove, their thickest sections no wider than a child's fist.
No one could possibly squeeze through them.
The fishing lines rapidly tightened.
Even if this could not slice Chu Qing into pieces, it could still trap him and leave him unable to move.
However:
The next second, a chain tore through the air.
The chain merged with Fish Dragon Dance, spreading out and coiling around Chu Qing's arm.
Eight Gods Landscape Method.
Chu Qing's fist intent transformed into the Liuli River and surged toward the fishing lines.
At the same time:
A great dragon with peacock wings suddenly leaped from the river, soaring into the sky.
A fishhook descended from above, seeking to catch the great dragon.
In the end:
The winged great dragon swallowed the fishhook and roared at the heavens.
The fishing line exploded, and the fishhook vanished.
Censor Miao's face went pale. He growled and shook his fishing rod.
In the next instant, even more fishhooks dropped down.
One fishhook after another traced strange arcs, trying to fish away