Bubbles began to gurgle up from the lake's surface.
At the sight, several disciples' eyes lit up.
"Get ready! Cast the nets!"
"It's coming, it's coming!"
"Damn! Back up! Get back!"
"What happened?"
Some people looked completely bewildered.
"The True Dragon is coming up!"
The moment those words were spoken, Lu Qing flashed away from the part of the lake near the shore.
Out of the corner of his eye, he also saw several experienced disciples standing firm as mountains.
Lu Qing soon understood why.
Splash—
Moo— A strange, profound cry rose from the lake.
His ears jolted, and the Spiritual Power within his body unexpectedly churned at once. He spent a trace of focus to suppress it.
His gaze locked tightly onto the front.
First, waves began crashing layer upon layer. The spray rose a thousand layers high, soaring into the air before crashing heavily back down. Those nearby were instantly drenched as though caught beneath a torrential downpour.
One by one, those experienced disciples raised barriers of Spiritual Power beneath the heavy rain. Lu Qing was just about to praise them for being well prepared.
Moo—
It sounded as though it came from the clouds of the Nine Heavens, yet also like a cry from the distant depths of the sea.
Crack, crack—
The Spiritual Power around those experienced disciples was struck by that cry. With a bang, rainwater came pelting down upon them in a rattling barrage.
Lu Qing wanted to speak but stopped himself. This time, however, he had misread the situation.
The people who had been shouting for everyone to get out of the way were yelling for them to run, yet their figures suddenly darted forward instead.
It turned out they acted this way because the rain falling from the sky carried many spirit