The Extreme Abyss Treasure, True Dragon Claims the Treasure
The North Sea's Extreme Abyss was swept by icy winds that sent shards of ice shrieking across the desolate sea.
At that moment, because of Li Zhuo's Fang Tian Hua Ji, the fierce sea wind grew even more violent, swirling around him.
The halberd's shaft was adorned with painted patterns, while crescent-shaped blades were symmetrically distributed on either side. A deep-blue dragon shadow coiled around the shaft, appearing and disappearing, its low Dragon's Roar displaying an overwhelming and extraordinary might.
This Fang Tian Hua Ji had been forged over thirty thousand years by a Mahayana cultivator, using the deep-sea cold flame as its source of fire.
That cultivator had encountered an accident during the process.
As a result, this Dao Artifact had been buried in the deep sea, undiscovered by anyone.
The Dao Artifact possessed extraordinary power and even came with a Combat Secret Technique.
"Is that... Senior Jing Chen?"
Li Zhuo slightly furrowed his brows as he recognized the young monk standing motionless in the wind and snow—Jing Chen.
Half a year earlier, he had seen this monk surrounded and attacked by a group of demons and monsters. He had intervened and rescued Jing Chen.
This place was rarely visited by people and was also the territory of the sea clans, making it extremely dangerous.
Li Zhuo had only reached this place after surviving countless close calls.
Jing Chen's strength should not have been enough to reach this place. Unless he had been concealing his true strength?
Li Zhuo silently put away the treasured halberd, a trace of wariness in his eyes. "Senior, what do you mean by saying you've been waiting for me?"
Seeing his guarded appearance, Jing Chen could not help but smile faintly. "Do you think I