"What happened?" The Jing River Dragon King finally steadied himself and cried out in shock.
Yuan Tiangang, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly flipped to his feet. All his injuries had vanished, and a faint glow surrounded his body. His divine abilities had seemingly advanced greatly.
"Impossible! My Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book destroyed your Magic Power and Divine Soul. You should have had your soul scattered! How could you possibly come back to life?" the Jing River Dragon King shouted in disbelief.
"Your Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book was indeed formidable. My physical body and Divine Soul were destroyed by you, and what stands before you now is merely a manifestation of my Primordial Spirit. I should also thank you, fellow Daoist Jing River Dragon King, for helping me break through a fated tribulation." Yuan Tiangang said with a smile.
The Jing River Dragon King's expression changed repeatedly. Although he did not understand what Yuan Tiangang meant, the other man's greatly enhanced divine abilities were undeniable. Remaining here any longer would bring more danger than safety, so he immediately turned and fled into the distance.
Yet the Demon Cloud before him split open with a tearing sound, and Shen Luo shot out from within, wielding a Dark Red Seal that came crashing down upon him.
The Jing River Dragon King was startled again, but he did not panic. He flashed to the side.
At that moment, however, a piercing flute melody suddenly rang out, filled with miserable sorrow, like the mournful cries of countless Divine Dragons.
Pain appeared on Shen Luo's face, and he hurriedly covered his ears with both hands. Yuan Tiangang below also frowned and waved the whisk in his hand, sending out a ring of white light that blocked the flute's sound.
The Jing River Dragon King's body