Blackwater River churned like ink, its waves slamming against the banks with dull roars, as though countless wronged souls were wailing beneath the water.
Xuanzang stood on the shore, his cassock snapping in the wind, yet there was a hint of interest in his gaze, as if he were watching a fine show.
He eyed the figure tossing endlessly in the water, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he spoke indifferently:
"Your father, the Jing River Dragon King, once made a wager with Yuan Shoucheng. He altered the time of the rain without authorization and tampered with its measure, violating the heavenly laws."
"Wei Zheng beheaded the dragon in his dream. That was ordained by fate."
At this point, his tone abruptly shifted, carrying undisguised chill and contempt:
"Your father died. What does that have to do with me, Chen Xuanzang?"
The words fell like a cold blade, stabbing straight into the heart.
The river surface suddenly exploded!
"Boom!!!"
Black water shot into the sky as a dragon shadow burst through the waves. Little Alligator Dragon's eyes were bloodshot, his scales gleaming with a grim, icy light beneath the water's sheen, his aura violent as a raging storm.
"Shut up!!!"
He roared, and the force of his voice shook loose stones from the riverbank.
"Was my father's death really fate?!"
"It was a scheme by the Buddhist sect! A trap laid by that bitch Guanyin!"
Little Alligator Dragon clenched both fists until his knuckles turned white, his voice seeming to squeeze through gritted teeth:
"I can't kill Guanyin, nor can I do anything to Tathagata... then I'll kill you!"
He abruptly raised his head, his gaze locking tightly onto Xuanzang as killing intent bore down like something tangible:
"I'll ruin the Journey to the West and leave their