The Dragon Race now not only commanded the Four Seas but also ruled half of the Heavenly Court. Alongside the Iron-Eating Beast Clan, they were recognized as the rightful rulers of the Primordial World. As for Ao Bing, he was not only the beloved son of the Dragon King of the East Sea but also a disciple of the Sacred Beast Azure Dragon. With his noble status and the affection lavished upon him, he naturally thought little of other demons and monsters.
Besides, the East Sea was his family's territory. A monster had caused trouble here and even killed a Sea-Patrolling Yaksha. This was a blatant slap in the face of their East Sea Dragon Race. How could he swallow such an insult? He would not rest until he captured that monster and dragged him to the Dragon Palace to answer for his crimes!
"Roar!" At that thought, Ao Bing, who had revealed his true form, let out a dragon's roar and sped through the sea.
Soon...
"Bang!" The sea's surface exploded, and a silver divine dragon hundreds of zhang long flew out from the depths into the sky. Looking down at Nezha, who was still waving the Red Armillary Sash and throwing the sea into turmoil, his eyes instantly turned cold. "Stop, you fiend!" he shouted.
"Whoosh!" As his words fell, Ao Bing shot a beam of dazzling light from his mouth. It struck the sea, freezing its surface and trapping Nezha's hands in ice, preventing the Red Armillary Sash from stirring up the waters any further.
"Hm?" Hearing the shout, Nezha frowned at his frozen arms and the ice-covered sea around him. He looked up at Ao Bing flying overhead, surprise flashing through his eyes. A dragon? Then his face took on an infuriating expression that practically said,