Clashing of Dragons
"A mole really did show up!" Not long after the purple-crowned woman left, light flickered faintly near a rockery, and Lu Xiaotian's figure emerged from within.
There was a high probability that Ao Shen had problems, and as for the exact number of moles, Lu Xiaotian still could not determine it yet. Given even that the Yu Xuan Celestial Court was more powerful, it was no surprise that a faction of dragons on the East Sea Dragon Palace side chose to lean over toward them. Lu Xiaotian certainly could not rule out problems with the others purely on this account.
Seven dragon powerhouses were locked in a fierce melee, and wherever they passed, turbulent undercurrents churned through the deep sea.
Under the bombardment of the pair of black hammers in Ao Zhan's grip, the sea area within the dragon tomb constantly quivered. Wherever Lu Xiaotian's gaze reached, it had become blurred due to the reverberations of those black hammers.
Opposite Ao Zhan was a dragon powerhouse wielding a crimson flame spear. A dragon-patterned fiery spear danced about, spitting out rings of fire from time to time or manifesting into streams of fire dragons that pierced through this vibrating sea area to collide with Ao Zhan's pair of black hammers.
The intent of both sides intertwined, and simply watching the match before him from a dragon's perspective, Lu Xiaotian could not help feeling a sense of awe.
Additionally, Ao Shen and Ao Yuan were also each fighting their respective opponents. As for the other slender, purple-crowned woman who had come from the South Sea Dragon Palace, having failed to track down Lu Xiaotian and returned, she had scanned the surroundings, discovered no one else, and joined the battle array against Ao Zhan. A length of purple silk rippled