How Could the South Sea Dragon King Stand Against My Giant Buddha's Palm?

The shrimp soldiers, brandishing their rusty steel forks, suddenly froze. Their bulging compound eyes reflected the thunderball in the Sky Manipulation, over a hundred feet in diameter! The electric snakes dancing on its surface were more ferocious than the thickest chains in the Dragon Palace! Was this really created by humans?! "Damn it!" A shrimp spirit dropped its hammer into the water, oblivious to its surroundings, and knelt on the reef. "Is this Thunder Department God descending to earth?" A foul-smelling Utakata seeped from the cracks in the crab general's shell, its legs trembling violently as if paralyzed. It suddenly remembered a scene it had witnessed three hundred years ago in the East Sea, where Sea Patrol Yaksha had accidentally angered the Thunder God and was struck by a bolt of lightning as thin as a hair, leaving it charred and raw. And this thunderball before it... it could probably turn its entire family, eighteen generations back, into seafood barbecue! On the cliff, the expressions of Qingfeng and Mingyue, this pair of lively characters, were truly spectacular. Mingyue's mouth was agape, while Qingfeng plopped down directly into a thicket of thorns. Both men's robes were soaked through at the back, yet they remained oblivious. "You little bastard!" Qingfeng trembled as he reached for the wine gourd at his waist. "That idiot asked me how to cultivate magic weapons just two days ago." Mingyue suddenly grabbed Qingfeng's collar and shook him violently. "You call this needing a magic weapon?! This is practically a lightning tribulation weapon!" He pointed to the collapsing lightning sphere in the distance, his voice trembling. "Look! The lightning sphere is spinning!" It was indeed spinning. The plasma protruding from the surface of the lightning sphere resembled thousands of roaring dragons, and the gale-force winds it generated flattened the nearest mountain peaks! The flying rocks hadn't even hit the ground before they were vaporized into crimson magma by the overflowing lightning. "Fall!" Fang Yu's roar exploded with thunder. His arm muscles bulged, and the Tomoe in his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan spun wildly! The entire lightning sphere was swung around like an invisible hand and smashed into the sea! "Boom—!!!" The first to suffer were the shrimp soldiers on the outer perimeter. The steel forks they raised instantly melted into Molten Iron, their bluish-gray shells turning a bright red in a second. One shrimp soldier, holding a seashell shield, tried to block, but was cleaved in two by the lightning, shield and shrimp alike, the cut charred black, not even having time to bleed. It smelled delicious. "Sizzle—" "No!!" When the lightning dissipated, a layer of perfectly cooked seafood floated on the sea. The shrimp soldiers remained in their life positions, only now they were all transformed into bright red, drunken shrimp. The crab general's shell cracked open, revealing snow-white crab meat inside; a sprinkle of ginger and vinegar would be enough to serve it. Several surviving fish spirits twitched belly-up, black smoke occasionally billowing from their mouths—far worse than the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in * Nezha * who were made into Seafood Porridge. Journey to the West Fang Yu * wasn't so kind; if you dare mess with me, I'll make you into fried shrimp, fried fish, and fried crab. The South Sea Dragon King Ao Qin's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his dragon scales standing on end! It roared to the heavens with a deafening cry, causing the entire sea to boil! "You brat! How dare you!" Before the roar even faded, Ao Qin's thousand-foot-tall dragon body had fully materialized! The bluish-gray dragon scales gleamed with a metallic cold light in the lightning, each scale as large as a door panel. As the dragon claws tore through the clouds, fine black cracks appeared in space! Fang Yu looked up at the sky-covering dragon shadow, a cold smile playing on his lips. The moment he clasped his hands together, his chakra erupted like a volcano! "A dragon!? I've seen them before!" "Final Lightning Tribulation - Thousand-Hand Martial Emperor!" "Rumble!!!" The earth trembled violently! A colossal Buddha, over a thousand meters tall, rose from the ground, its head piercing through the sea of clouds, a thousand Golden Light like the sun in the sky behind its head! Even more terrifying were the thousands of arms that emerged from behind the colossal Buddha, each comparable to a mountain, the palm lines so clear that one could see the deep ravines of life! Qingfeng and Mingyue were thrown into a ravine by the shockwave. Mingyue, his mouth full of mud, looked up and his Daoist hat was askew on his ears. "This... this is the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of Patriarch Bodhi?!" Qingfeng spat out the dirt, his voice trembling. "Did we pick up a wandering immortal? How is he even more powerful than our senior brothers?!" At this moment, Ao Qin's dragon claw was already at Fang Yu's face! The claw tip was wrapped with the power of the four seas, and an ordinary immortal would be annihilated by a single blow! "Clang—!!!" One of the giant Buddha's arms precisely blocked the dragon claw, and Ao Qin's dragon eyes were filled with disbelief: "You can actually—" "I can do much more!" Fang Yu's true form stood on the giant Buddha's brow, "A mere Dragon King, what do you think you are?" Suddenly, Senju behind the giant Buddha clasped together! In the all-encompassing Buddha light, thousands of palm prints the size of mountains rained down on the Dragon King! The edges of each palm print were wrapped with Conqueror's Haki and Green Lantern Energy. The hand gesture used to unleash the attack was the starting stance of the Great Luo Buddha Hands. "Boom boom boom—!!!" Ao Qin's dragon body was instantly engulfed in the palm shadows! It twisted its body wildly, its dragon scales rubbing against the palm prints, scattering sparks everywhere! "Junior! Do you know that the dragon race has nine!" Before Ao Qin could finish his harsh words, he suddenly found his dragon tail being tightly gripped by three Buddha hands! Fang Yu stood on the Buddha's head, grinning maliciously. "Nine what? Nine ways to die?" He pressed down with his right hand, "Smash it!" "Bang—!!!" With a muffled sound that shook the Three Realms, the dragon's body was swung around and smashed into the seabed! Countless deep-sea fish and shrimp didn't even understand what had happened before they were blasted into mincemeat by the Quake! "Wait! Young friend, hold on!" The old Dragon King suddenly shrank to a length of about ten feet, half of his Kakuzu broken off. "I'm willing to exchange the Dragon Palace's treasure for my life!" Fang Yu manipulated the giant Buddha to grab the dragon's neck with one hand, while the other hand reached for the Dragon King's reverse scale: "Kill you, and the treasure will be mine too!" "The reverse scale is under the Ancestral Dragon Curse!" Ao Qin's dragon whiskers trembled with anxiety. "Forcibly taking it will trigger a calamity that overturns the four seas! The Heavenly Court won't let you off either!" The giant Buddha's movements suddenly stopped, Fang Yu narrowed his eyes. "Tsk, troublesome." He removed the giant Buddha, but secretly patted the Dragon King with a Flying Thunder God Mark. "Lead the way, you old mudfish. If you dare to play tricks..." "I wouldn't dare... I wouldn't dare." The waters of the South China Sea parted beneath Fang Yu's feet, forming a deep passage. Ao Qin transformed into human form and led the way, water dripping from the hem of his Dragon Robe, each step extremely awkward. Fang Yu followed behind, his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan scanning the surroundings, taking in every undercurrent and every coral cluster. "This way, young friend," Ao Qin said, turning back with a forced smile, his dragon whiskers trembling unnaturally. "Beyond this coral forest lies the Crystal Palace." Fang Yu's lips curled slightly, his fingertips lightly stroking the Flying Thunder God made of iron chopsticks hidden in his sleeve. He wasn't Kunai; this old mudskipper's sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness was suspicious. But skill breeds boldness, and he wanted to see what tricks this Dragon Palace had up its sleeve. The seawater formed an arched curtain overhead, sunlight filtering through the surface and casting dappled shadows. Schools of fish swam past on either side, a few bolder ones even approaching Fang Yu's hand, only to scatter in Conqueror's Haki. "We're here," Ao Qin suddenly stopped. The view opened up before them; the entire Crystal Palace was constructed of countless transparent crystals, the luminous pearls embedded in the walls larger than a human head, illuminating the seabed as bright as day. Two rows of shrimp soldiers and crab Dragon King's return, they all knelt in unison. "Welcome back, Your Majesty!" Ao Qin waved his hand, a sinister glint in his eyes as he turned to Fang Yu: "Young friend, please." Fang Yu was already filled with anticipation. The East Sea Dragon King possessed Adamantine Staff). Surely the Dragon King of the South Sea wouldn't be too inferior?