The white jiao lunged in for the kill.
The Whitewater River shook, and the two Well Dragon Kings sensed that something was terribly wrong.
"Dragon Lord, please stay your hand..."
Huang Yuan cried out, but his hands did not dare slow. Countless strands of incense-offering divine power swirled like black shooting stars, condensing in the air into a vast shadowy mirror capable of capturing souls and seizing spirits. Black light shrouded the White Jiao.
Yet the majestic divine power surging down around the White Jiao shattered it in an instant. Like a long rainbow, that divine force slammed into Huang Yuan's unguarded body. Accompanied by a pained shriek, Huang Yuan's face changed drastically, and the dense divine power around him was violently torn apart by the White Jiao.
More than half his body burst into sprays of blood in an instant, terror and disbelief still lingering in his eyes.
The gap between them was immense.
He had been utterly incapable of withstanding the Whitewater Dragon Lord's divine power.
Dragon robes emerged around the remaining Yellow Snake, and the authority of the Well Dragon King's divine office manifested. Boundless shadow-realm divine power appeared around him as a surging river, yet panic and fear filled his eyes.
Huang Yuan's cultivation had been no weaker than his, perhaps even three parts stronger. If even Huang Yuan could not withstand him, there was even less hope for him.
They had gravely underestimated this Whitewater Dragon Lord.
Even after being imprisoned for a thousand years, his cultivation was beyond anything they could compare to.
Still, he tried to seize the last sliver of life, shouting sharply, "Whitewater Dragon Lord, we too are Dragon Kings officially invested by the orthodox authority of the realm! If you slaughter us without cause, heavenly punishment will surely fall upon