Wu Zhiqi thought nothing of Shaohao, the so-called emperor of the Human Race, nor did he consider Immortal Wuyun and the Three Xiao Sisters, those disciples of a Saint, worthy opponents. Even if the Three Xiao Sisters' strength had somewhat exceeded his expectations, still!
Facing Yinglong was an entirely different matter.
The Son of the Ancestral Dragon, the former overlord of the Primordial World-no living being could afford to underestimate such an origin. Moreover, besides being the Son of the Ancestral Dragon, he was also the Heavenly Sovereign's younger brother and the Shangqing Saint's cherished disciple. Add to that his feat of capturing Chi You alongside Demon Sage Bai Ze and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden during the Battle of Zhuolu, and this...
Wu Zhiqi began to lose his nerve. He felt that if he did not leave now, something terrible would happen shortly. So he turned around, picked up speed, and fled into the water.
Seeing this, Yinglong, who was flying swiftly toward them, raised his brows, but remained unhurried.
Whether in the sky, on the earth, or beneath the water, choose your battlefield. I can fight anywhere!
"Boom!" Soon, Yinglong beat his wings, transformed into a streak of auroral light, and plunged into the Huai River, pursuing Wu Zhiqi along its bed.
"Whew..." Seeing Yinglong arrive, Yunxiao breathed a sigh of relief. She then withdrew the Golden Bushel of Primordial Unity and went over with Qiongxiao and Bixiao to help the injured Immortal Wuyun up. "Are you all right?" she asked him.
Immortal Wuyun shook his head and said hoarsely, "I'm fine."
He claimed to be fine, but his voice sounded anything but.
As an elite disciple of Jiejiao, someone who would one day be able to exchange blows with Ran Deng, Immortal Wuyun certainly possessed outstanding talent.