Wen Ning looked at the Flood Dragon, who had been frightened into immobility by the Thunder Department's overwhelming presence.
He grinned.
"See? Calling for my godfather worked, didn't it? Now you've seen it yourself. My godfather brought the whole Thunder Department to give you a COVID test."
The arrogance in the Flood Dragon's slit pupils had vanished.
All that remained was fear seeping from the depths of his soul.
He had lived for over a thousand years, always taking care when he ate people. How had he gotten himself into this mess?
Wen Zhong gave him no chance to struggle.
He raised a hand and made a gesture.
At that signal, the Thunder Department's heavenly generals all readied themselves for battle.
The Thunder God raised his hammer high.
The Lightning Goddess turned her mirror toward the same focal point.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, shaking heaven and earth.
A bolt of golden lightning descended from the sky, striking the Flood Dragon squarely.
Then came a second, a third, and a fourth.
Bolt after bolt rained down, each tearing away another layer of baleful energy from the Flood Dragon's body.
The Flood Dragon's enormous body finally crashed to the ground. His dark blue-green scales shattered and peeled away, one after another, and the light in his slit pupils went out.
The thick black haze over the river rapidly dispersed.
The Canglang River emerged as it truly was, freshly cleared after the rain.
A thousand years of cultivation vanished in a single day.
The cultivators on the riverbank fell utterly silent.
The Daoist carrying the Seven-Star Sword planted his broken sword in the ground and bowed deeply toward Wen Zhong, unable to utter a single word.
For a cultivator of the Daoist School, witnessing the Thunder Department Chief Deity enforce divine law