Gong Gong chanted in some unknown language. His fallen body could no longer rise, yet the entire Western Sea seemed to answer the spell from his lips, trembling without end.
Zhu Rong could faintly hear the cries of flood dragons, and vigilance rose in his heart.
"You're already an arrow at the end of its flight. Why are you still forcing yourself to be brave?"
Zhu Rong's fury flared up again.
"Born as your enemy, and I know not how many years have passed. If I die by your hand today, I will not rest content..."
Gong Gong's tone was exceptionally calm at this moment, yet every word he spoke brimmed with turmoil.
Zhu Rong merely sneered. The flames in his hand transformed into a red lotus, like a blazing sun hanging in the sky.
"Today, I, Gong Gong, will trade my life for yours!"
Gong Gong's eyes widened in rage. He slapped the Western Sea with his great hand, raising waves tens of thousands of feet high, then shot into the air. Divine light burst from his eyes, while the black-scaled flood dragon roared again and again. Held in Gong Gong's hand, its scales gleamed with a dark luster, revealing a dangerous aura.
"Trade your life for mine?"
Zhu Rong sneered coldly, clearly not taking his opponent seriously.
Before the Bright Palace atop Kunlun, Gong Gong had suffered no small loss. Now he was an arrow at the end of its flight; even if this was a final flash before death, he could do nothing to him.
"I am Gong Gong. In the name of the Water God, I sacrifice my divine soul to obtain the power of a Saint!"
Golden light flashed in Gong Gong's eyes, and the black dragon was bathed in that same radiance. Man and