On the other side, at the main battlefield in the Dragon Palace.
Compared to the battle between Lu Yang and Young Master Lu, the fighting here was on a higher level and drew far more attention.
"Nine-Story Demon-Suppressing Pagoda!" The Three Mountains Daoist struck first, producing a small, immaculate white pagoda with nine stories.
The headquarters of the East Sea Cultivator Alliance was a nine-story pagoda, but few knew that it was actually the Three Mountains Daoist's life-bound treasure.
The Three Mountains Daoist chanted under his breath. In an instant, the pagoda blazed with ten thousand rays of light, transforming into a golden beam that shot toward Ao Ling like the first light of dawn.
Ao Ling swayed and transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-long, pitch-black true dragon. Her body was covered in gleaming black scales that shimmered with a deep, mysterious light.
As the battle between half-immortals erupted, everyone hurriedly fled the Dragon Palace for their lives.
Meng Jingzhou was remarkably calm. It was only a battle between half-immortals; he had seen two of those already.
It wasn't even as entertaining as that scoundrel Lu Yang putting on a double act.
"Grow!"
The Three Mountains Daoist shouted. The pagoda swelled to the size of a mountain, intent on suppressing Ao Ling. She gave a casual sweep of her tail and flipped it over with ease.
The Three Mountains Daoist tensed as if facing a formidable foe. Ao Ling hadn't used her embryonic Dao Fruit at all; she had effortlessly flipped his prized life-bound treasure using nothing but her physical strength.
Ao Ling charged again with her horns, kicking up a tsunami across the seabed. It roared like the wind, and the Three Mountains Daoist hurriedly shifted his pagoda in front of himself.
A dragon's horns were the hardest part of its