"Miss, don't be afraid. This old servant is here for everything!"
"History will repeat itself. Ten thousand years ago, the old master defeated this fellow and sealed him away, forcing him to abandon his body and flee. Now, he only has the power of his soul left. Young Master, you will surely defeat him just like the old master did and seal him away! No, you will completely erase his soul!"
Old Xuan's words greatly bolstered Luo Bingxin's confidence.
That was right. Her predecessors had defeated this fellow ten thousand years ago, so why couldn't she do the same?!
The Dragon Clan was the noblest race in this world.
As a descendant of the Winged Dragon, Luo Bingxin possessed the ultimate control over water.
Luo Bingxin was extremely confident. She believed that throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths, no one could match her standards in this regard.
She skillfully gathered the Water Control Incantation in her palm, then suddenly struck downward, slamming it against the fist formed by the Divine River Ode.
"Break for me!"
No matter how powerful the Divine River Ode was, whether its origin was Nine Nether water or ninety-nine Nether rivers, it was still water.
Luo Bingxin could not think of any reason she would lose.
Sure enough, the instant the power of the Water Manipulation Incantation erupted, the fist formed by the Divine River Ode shattered inch by inch like glass and scattered apart!
What?!
Xi Yue and Little Ao Shu, who were watching nearby, instantly lost their composure.
The Divine River Ode, which had always been unstoppable, had actually been shattered by a young girl's casual palm strike. That was simply unbelievable.
More importantly, Old Xuan was charging fiercely toward Lin Yi.
Black scales had silently emerged over his fist and risen upright,