What is this situation?
Tens of thousands of flood dragons had, in that instant, retracted their primal instincts and were staring in shock at Tian Heng in the distance.
Yakshas were also stupefied...
How could such a thing exist in this world?
A mont ago, he was rely an ant, visible to the naked eye, yet he underwent such a transformation in just a few breaths of ti?
This kind of event was simply beyond their comprehension...
But regardless, it had already happened. All the flood dragons could do was to watch the man before them growing from insignificance to an overwhelming presence, like a force that could sweep across the entire ocean. With one glance, he seed to envelop them completely.
What was most exaggerated was that it wasn’t just him. Those soldiers behind him, previously less significant than insects, were visibly growing stronger, as if a small lamb had, after shedding its fleece, instantly beco a rhino full of fierce muscles.
While not all of them could rival the flood dragons, they could feel that those soldiers... were now infinitely close to the standard of the Four Seas Marine Clan’s regular army. Maybe they couldn’t fully threaten them now, but such a change was truly hair-raising!
Humming...
All the flood dragons looked towards the Yaksha. As the envoy dispatched by the Western Sea Crown Prince, he now had the highest authority to speak.
The Yaksha was silent. He didn’t know what to do. Such a scenario was too far beyond normal understanding, leaving the usually belligerent Yaksha without the slightest idea of how to probe further. At that mont, he just wished for a ssage from the Crown Prince as soon as possible...
What to do now...?
Fight?
The Crown Prince had said, without an order, do not act rashly.
But not to fight?
Would these households possibly undergo such a transformation again in a while?
Especially that leading figure. What was with his terrifying aura now?
Why did it feel as if the ocean itself was watching? In that instant, the Yaksha didn’t know if it was an illusion but felt that this man before him was the one they should truly serve...
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The Yaksha was shocked, and so was Tian Heng at this mont, shocked beyond asure by the suddenly arisen power of faith, giving him the sensation of being reborn.
Chen Qing had titled him the Western Sea God, but within Chen Qing’s domain, he always felt it was a title in na only.
Because those so-called deities under Chen Qing lived up to their nas!
For example, the god of the underworld truly had the power to govern the yin and yang of a city, and seeing such magical rights filled him with envy, while he... his title was grand, Western Sea God, but was the West Sea under his control?
His divine power was insufficient, and even mustering the water system of Jiangnan felt sowhat arduous...
Not to ntion that the Western Sea City was still in the hands of others, and his opportunity to even oversee the mariti trade routes was a favor granted by the Princess Royale. Therefore, with this title, he sotis felt embarrassed.
But this ti was different.
He could distinctly feel his connection to the entire West Sea deepening. The ocean was recognizing him, innurable water spirits were pleading with him, lanting their arbitrary detention by the thousands of flood dragons.
He could feel the billions of marine creatures feeling unsettled, praying, and fearing...
He could sense that this expanse of sea did not wish for the Dragon Clan to rule wholly!
Tian Heng looked once more at the ten thousand flood dragons opposite him and took a step forward. All the flood dragons inexplicably fell back a step, their gaze no longer the predatory look they gave when sighting food but one of amazent mixed with a hint of fear.
At that mont, Tian Heng finally felt it. He... was the Western Sea God!
He was the true master of this marine domain!
Perhaps he was not yet powerful enough, but from this mont on, he would step by step turn this title into reality!!
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"Oh?"
In the West Sea Dragon Palace, Fei Fu Ma, who was frantically searching for Ao Zhen, suddenly felt an odd sensation and glanced over towards Jiangnan.
The feeling was peculiar, as if sothing were gazing over here—not with malice, nor with goodwill, but rather like looking upon sothing of his own.
He felt goosebumps all over his body, a sense of unease surging in his heart, but the next instant, he felt it—a violent fluctuation not far away.
"It’s there!"
Fei Fu Ma turned into a blaze and unhesitatingly charged toward the source of energy. He could feel Ao Zhen’s presence; that Chen Qing must be using so thod to restore Ao Zhen’s power.
That guy must have made so agreent with Ao Zhen. This fool, does he really believe that re agreents can restrain the ancient beast of the Dragon Palace? He would have been better off collaborating with ...
Suddenly, he arrived at the location of the energy.
As he suspected, Ao Zhen was inside a massive piece of amber, exuding an indefinable divine aura.
At the sa ti, below the amber, Chen Qing was also inside a crystal, seemingly asleep, but there was a faint sense of a strong energy connection with Ao Zhen.
Fei Fu Ma’s pupils shrank. Although unsure of the situation, he was clear that he absolutely couldn’t let the other party complete whatever they were doing; otherwise, he would be finished!
The flaring flas quickly receded, and he rushed toward the two without any hesitation. Both of them had to die here!
He would not give Ao Zhen and Chen Qing any more opportunities. Even if killing Ao Zhen ant losing control over the West Sea’s military power, as long as he could maintain the lead, he could control the resources of the Dragon Palace—it would just take so ti.
As for the woman who commanded him... heh, of course, he wouldn’t truly indulge in the madness of following her words...
Boom!
The violent collision generated terrifying energy, creating a torrent within the Dragon Palace, that transford into a huge vortex, forcibly drawing in many Ancient Sorcerers who were lurking and trying to escape.
Fei Fu Ma looked up in surprise. With all his might, he had not touched Chen Qing or Ao Zhen, but instead, sothing unexpected blocked him!
It was a golden colossal bird, with a human face and bird body, adorned with dragon-like scales. Its golden pupils disregarded his dragon majesty as if observing a plate of sumptuous at.
Fei Fu Ma’s pupils constricted, a chill etched into his bones rising up. Well-read as he was, he instantly recognized the creature before him.
"Garuda?"
What was this thing doing here?
Wasn’t it sothing from another ancient record?
Could it be, as that woman had said, that ancient powers had indeed awoken in secret?
Boom!
Without hesitation, both sides struck with full force. The imnse power of the collision caused both of their newly transford dragon bones to nearly give in, resulting in a cracking sound, forcing them to imdiately withdraw with the montum!
"Weichi Feihong?"
His appearance greatly altered, Fei Fu Ma nonetheless recognized him at first glance.
"I’ve seen Fei Fu Ma!" Weichi still retained the stern military tone, his fierce style coupled with the formidable presence of Garuda, exerting imnse pressure.
His aura might have seed more dominant than Fei Fu Ma’s, but a closer look revealed that his injuries were more severe.
As a dragon, Fei Fu Ma’s only minor deformation was on his right arm, but Garuda’s entire arm was severely deford, with the breastbone sowhat collapsed.
Clearly, in the recent clash of powers, Weichi Feihong was at a disadvantage...
Weichi’s brow furrowed tightly; this was not good news.
His physical strength was no match for his opponent; to win, he could only rely on Divine Skills. But as a Warrior, his expertise was physical combat, and he was at such a disadvantage. Competing in Divine Skills against the Family Head of the Fei Family, who was a Magician by origin?
Clearly impossible...
With this in mind, without any hesitation, and not giving Fei Fu Ma ti to react, Weichi Feihong turned imdiately into a streak of blue light and charged forward.
Garuda was of the wind attribute. Unlike Murong, Weichi was not born of demonic martial arts. In a rush, he wouldn’t attempt to learn how to use Garuda’s wind attribute Divine Skills. At a disadvantage, he resorted to vicious aggression. His body wrapped in wind energy, disregarding his muscles tearing apart, he sought only the utmost speed and power output. In an explosive mont, he collided with the dragon wrapped in flas!
Murong frowned from a distance. The power of both sides far surpassed her own level. It was difficult even to see clearly, yet she could tell that Weichi’s use of power was wrong. Forcibly encapsulating wind energy allowed the wind to ravage his ridians rcilessly, which indeed could make him faster, but without fine control, such potent wind energy would soon destroy the ridians and tear the muscles apart!
If he couldn’t take down his opponent quickly, he would collapse even faster!
Too rough...
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