With a thunderous crack, chaos erupted!
On the streets, in the plazas, inside office buildings and apartments—
One by one, citizens instinctively looked up. A deep purple bolt of lightning tore down through the sky, striking the top of the Empire State Building dead-on.
Purple light scattered as a rapid series of crackling explosions raced down the building's exterior. At the same time, a shrill wind howled around it, growing ever louder—the tower chosen as Big Apple City's landmark, which for so long had nearly embodied the Bald Eagle's most glorious dreams, visibly dimmed!
A dark, swiftly approaching storm cloud slammed to a halt in the sky. Within the clouds, Dragon Lord drew in his form and looked down.
Shen Le had actually handled it himself?
He hadn't needed his help?
The moment the Water-Gathering Flag had been activated, he had sensed it. When it was suppressed and dispersed, when the Night-Illuminating Rhinoceros Horn began to burn, he knew something major had happened. But who?
What sort of being, after sensing his presence, still dared to attack and keep pressing the assault?
He had driven his Dharma vessel across the barrier between heaven and earth, then connected with the mark refined within the Night-Illuminating Rhinoceros Horn and leaped out. Any being who did not know him was not qualified to speak before him;
And if they knew him, had heard of him, yet still dared to refuse him respect, then his leaving the barrier between heaven and earth to strike this time would be entirely justified!
Who told you to provoke me first!
Yet what did he see? The aura of the entire city was boiling over, and lightning was striking down, shattering that vast, concentrated aura?
Well done, young friend Shen Le! In that case, I can stand by