This was the first time Gonggong had been bullied on the water.
Beichen slapped him left and right, sending him flying again and again. Gonggong had no chance to fight back!
This mighty God of Water, on the waters of the North Sea, was like a tiny ant with no idea how to swim.
Zhujiuyin, standing off to the side, was utterly dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how this could be happening.
He had long since given up trying to attack Beichen. After that prophecy came true, his abilities were like a flickering candle facing the sun—pathetically weak before Beichen.
"Primordial Lord of Heaven returned after leaving and suddenly became so powerful. He must have taken a Saint-level treasure from Old Ancestor Hongjun!" Zhujiuyin guessed.
"Primordial Lord of Heaven, you couldn't beat us, so you brought out your master. You're using the supreme treasure he gave you to harm my second brother and me. How despicable!"
Beichen laughed. "Zhujiuyin, you're right. So what? I'm lucky to have such a good master. If you have the guts, go find yourself a master as powerful as mine!"
"So my guess was right!"
Zhujiuyin gritted his teeth, planting the seeds of hatred in his heart.
Gonggong was so thoroughly stunned that he couldn't say a word. He only stared blankly at Beichen, an involuntary question rising in his mind: Someone so deeply versed in the Water Dao couldn't have achieved this by relying on a treasure! Is this really Primordial Lord of Heaven?
Gonggong wondered if the figure before him was Primordial Lord of Heaven transformed by some being deeply versed in the Water Dao. But when he probed, he found no satisfying answer.
"I have a grudge against Kunpeng. It's entirely possible this is him in disguise, but Kunpeng is hiding in the