Ao Tu transformed into his dragon form and soared into the air.
What a dragon:
His lifted horns met the Northern Dipper; his whiskers streamed through clouds and wind.
His golden scales outshone the sun; his back bore up the vault of heaven.
Seeing this, Wukong and the other two flew up to battle Ao Tu in midair.
Ao Tu stretched out his dragon claws. With a sweep of both claws, he raised ten thousand miles of fierce wind from the flat ground.
Wukong braced his staff and stood among the clouds like a pillar holding up the heavens.
Ao Tu swung his dragon tail. Cloud vapors surged, sweeping across the sky and rolling back the vast heavens.
Nezha manifested his lotus incarnation. The Universe-Splitting Silk flew out, spanning the heavens and hanging across the sun, binding the clouds and calming the heavenly waters. One end wound around the dragon's tail; he stretched out his mighty arms to bind the golden dragon.
Ao Tu let out a dragon's roar. Thunder cracked through the nine heavens, and wind and thunder rose across ten thousand miles. He howled through the sky, carrying the Third Prince with him as he soared, as though wearing a piece of natural red jade.
Erlang leaped into the air. The gleam of his three-pointed blade fell as though cleaving the Five Sacred Mountains.
Ao Tu met it with his dragon horns. Edges clashed and scraped, and with a clang, the clouds burst apart.
Erlang opened his heavenly eye, shooting Divine Light from it.
Ao Tu spat Golden Light, ten thousand miles of unyielding spears.
Wukong swung his staff to strike. With a shake, it grew as thick as a mountain.
Ao Tu caught it in his jaws, only for the Golden Cudgel to shrink and slip into