"Fuck your grandfather! What kind of bullshit Dragon Clan thinks it can play god and ghost around here?"
Xuanzang stood on the bank of the Blackwater River, his monk's robes snapping in the river wind. One foot planted atop a massive boulder on the shore, he pointed at the churning river and cursed loudly:
"Aren't you always bragging about how noble the Dragon Clan is? So why are you hiding in the water like a turtle now? Come out if you've got the guts! Stop playing dead!"
His voice rumbled like thunder through the gorge, shaking dust loose from the mountain rocks on both banks.
Yet the Blackwater River remained deathly silent.
An eerie black gleam rolled across the surface, with dark currents occasionally surging below, but there was no sign of Little Alligator Dragon.
Xuanzang narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into a wicked grin.
"Heh, you really can endure, can't you?"
He turned to Six-Eared Macaque beside him and lifted his chin.
"Little Six, get rough. Take that big stick of yours and give the water a good, vicious stir. Stir it hard!"
Six-Eared Macaque's eyes lit up at once. Catching his meaning, he grinned.
"You got it, Master. This is what I'm best at!"
Before his words had even faded, he gripped the Nine Nether Cold Iron Staff with both hands, and Demonic Power erupted within him!
Bzzzzz!!!
The cold iron staff plunged violently into the Blackwater River!
The next instant, the muscles in his arms bulged and veins stood out as he gave it a savage twist!
Boom!!!
The entire Blackwater River seemed to be wrung by an invisible giant hand!
The river instantly roiled into a frenzy, forming a massive whirlpool. Waves shot skyward like black Water Dragons roaring through the