True Lord Descends His Will

In the nameless land, the sea level rose until it met the sky in a single line, while invisible Dao resonance continuously spread.

"A Dao talisman refined through a True Lord's own blood—is this the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son's trump card?"

Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the phenomenon triggered by the talisman, a guess forming in his heart.

As the sacred son of the Jellyfish Palace, it was only natural for the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son to possess a life-saving trump card. It was precisely because of this that Jiang Chen had not chosen to entangle himself with the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son, instead directly sacrificing his Dao artifact to settle the matter with a single blow.

And fortunately, that was what he had done. If he had given the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son the chance to activate the Dao talisman, then even with the Yellow Heaven Dao Palace in hand, he might not have been able to kill him smoothly. After all, the power he could unleash was limited, while with the Dao talisman, the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son would have had every chance of resisting an ordinary True Lord for a while and waiting for the Jellyfish Palace's rescue.

"What dense killing intent. Is this some killing Dao artifact? I seem never to have seen it before."

His consciousness descended and fused with the Dao talisman. A figure with nine heads, resembling both a flood dragon and a true dragon, manifested. He was Raging Tide True Lord.

Lowering his gaze, Raging Tide True Lord looked at the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son's corpse protected by the talisman's power, then swept his eyes over the surrounding scene. His expression immediately darkened. He had originally been fighting Xuanji and Xing Sha when he suddenly sensed that something had happened to the Golden-Eyed Sacred Son.