Chapter 988: I am going to reshoot, can you be professional, alright?
The Thunder Spear possessed Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor-level lethality, so could this white dragon, which resembled the Merit Light, really match up against the Thunder Spear?
Su Clan's Seven's precious saber slid slightly from its scabbard, a surge of saber intent condensing as he prepared to strike at any moment.
Venerable White also maintained his connection with the Meteor Sword.
At this moment, the white dragon let out a long whistle and slammed head-on into the Thunder Spear, the dragon's roar echoing through the Nine Heavens.
The Thunder Spear, as if grabbed by an invisible hand, was violently hurled out.
The two collided fiercely.
Shortly after, a blinding white light bloomed in the sky, resembling a white sun hanging in the air.
There was no explosion, no roar. The dragon and the spear collided silently.
A short while later...
The blinding white light dissipated.
In the sky, that white dragon swam leisurely with an elegant posture, like a monarch inspecting his own territory.
Yet the Thunder Spear had vanished without a trace!
"Did the white dragon win?" Su Clan's Seven asked. The blinding white light of a moment ago had even blocked his line of sight, leaving him unaware of what had actually transpired within it.
"That white dragon swallowed the Thunder Spear in a single bite," Venerable White said.
"Swallowed it?" Su Clan's Seven stared up at the white dragon—what on earth was the origin of this fellow? Clearly, it was something akin to the Merit Light, yet it was actually able to swallow a heavenly tribulation?
At this moment, the white dragon in the sky was still swimming back and forth. At first, it swam leisurely, but then its speed grew faster and faster, almost dazzling the