The bronze gong was only palm-sized, gleaming gold all over, with countless Buddhist verses and scriptures engraved across it in tiny, flyspeck-sized characters. One glance was enough to tell it was no ordinary object.
Yet the nun held only the bronze gong; there was no sign of a mallet to strike it with.
While everyone was wondering about this, she flicked her wrist and sent the little gong down over the white snake in the pool.
After leaving her hand, the little gong did not fall straight down, but began spinning rapidly in midair.
In the sunlight, golden radiance flowed across its surface, and fierce flames sprang up upon it.
From a distance, the fire blazed toward the sky. Its heat was so intense and its flames so fierce that the air began to warp and distort, instantly evaporating much of the water vapor above the pool.
Although Little White Dragon had yet to achieve any great power, a trace of Dragon Clan blood did flow through its body.
However thin that bloodline was, it still endowed the creature with a measure of a dragon's innate pride and majesty.
Seeing the golden gong descending over its head, wreathed in roaring flames, it showed no fear and made no attempt to dodge.
Its serpentine mouth suddenly opened wide, and with a spurt, it spat out several streams of silvery-white water.
The streams swiftly took shape in midair, transforming into razor-sharp axes, chisels, hammerheads, broadswords, and all manner of other weapons. With piercing whistles, they hacked and smashed viciously at the golden gong.
Though those weapons were formed from water, they were now incredibly hard. They struck the golden gong with ringing clangs, no different from metal clashing against metal.
Far away, Cui Jiuyang watched the entire scene from his hiding place