Tearing Off the Bodhisattva's Hypocritical Mask

Seeing the little demons under his command suffer such casualties, the Great Spirit King finally lost his patience.

He did not care how many demons of this caliber died. The vast Tongtian River could replenish his forces anytime. But if he kept hiding in his underwater palace, what would the sea urchin clan think of him? What would the water monster clan think of him?

Wouldn't the prestige he had spent a full nine years building around the Tongtian River be utterly destroyed!?

"Who the hell are you!? You slaughtered my little demons and stirred up my underwater palace. If you can't give me a good reason today, I, the Great Spirit King, will smash your head to pieces!!!"

With half his body still submerged, the Goldfish Spirit raised the Nine-Petal Crimson Copper Hammer, forged from a lotus he had pilfered from Guanyin Bodhisattva's Lotus Pond when he descended to the mortal realm. He roared fiercely at Cheng Tian in midair.

Yet his words and body language made it clear that his wariness toward Cheng Tian was already impossible to conceal. He could barely even pretend otherwise.

"Your underwater palace? Didn't you seize Old Turtle's underwater palace? You may not have much of a background, but you've certainly got a big mouth."

Cheng Tian buried his thoughts and did not bother introducing himself. Instead, he chose to provoke his opponent by tearing open an old wound.

This had always been Cheng Tian's style.

Yes, from the moment he formed the Taiji vortex, Cheng Tian's primary goal had been to drive the Goldfish Spirit out of the Tongtian River.

The Erlang Shen template had indeed granted him innate mastery of aquatic combat due to the Water God's position. But because of the underwater environment, many skills and spells simply could not