Watching Ao Bai angrily rush out of the heaven, Ji Hao's clone hesitated for a second, then turned around and flew to the Fuso tree, which stood in the courtyard of his divine palace, leaving a stream of light in the air.
Floating before the Fuso tree, Ji Hao sent a strand of his spirit power to it. The few large branches of the Fuso tree swayed, then a 'small branch', which was not even worth mentioning to the tree, silently fell off. The hundred-meters-thick, brightly glowing branch flew to Ji Hao's clone and exploded into countless fire sparkles, wrapping Ji Hao's clone up.
A raging fire rose into the sky. With the help of a branch of the Fuso tree, Ji Hao's clone was generated. Compared to the clone that was generated from a tiny bit of spirit power, this clone was thousands of times more powerful than the clone that was generated from a tiny bit of spirit power.
Smilingly cupping his hands and bowing to the tree, Ji Hao transformed into a golden beam of light and flew out of the heaven.
Not long after, Fuso tree's deep voice abruptly echoed in Ji Hao's ears, "Maybe … You should be careful. I saw what happened just now. The treasure used by that priest seemed to have … I saw it before, didn't I? But, I forgot about it. "
Ji Hao was startled. Subconsciously, he turned around and glanced at the tree. Something that the Fuso Tree was concerned about and could make the Fuso Tree intentionally remind him of it, it must be someone or something very important. Ji Hao faintly sensed that the tree... didn't forget about that thing. What kind of person or matter could make this grandmist spiritual root feel apprehensive?
Hearing Fuso tree's words, Ji Hao, who had been sitting in the divine palace with his legs crossed and absorbing the countless soul fragments in his spiritual space, abruptly raised his hand. The Pan Gu bell buzzed deeply, then transformed into a beam of light and flew out, merging with his clone.
Ji Hao's clone nodded, activated the power of the bell, and shielded himself. Flashing across the air, he disappeared without a trace. Behind Ji Hao, Man Man carried a pair of giant hammers and led hundreds of Zhu Rong warriors out of the gate of the heaven, mounted on a group of fiery horses that had been spurting fire sparkles out of their mouths.
Ao Bai was indeed one of the nine sons of the dragon ancestor. He was immeasurably powerful. Not long after Ji Hao's clone left the heaven, Ao Bai trod on dark clouds and arrived above Pu Ban City. A dragon roar echoed through the sky. Ao Bai pointed down with his right finger. Instantly, the tens of great rivers around Pu Ban City were stirred up by turbid waves. Thousands of water streams twisted and rose into the sky, instantly transforming into thousands of white water dragons, flying all over the sky.
"Gong Sun Xun kid, how dare you kill so many of our dragons?" Blaming Emperor Xun for the death of all dragon warriors, Ao Bai burst into a thunderous roar and pressed his hands down. Thousands of hundreds of meters thick water dragons roared down towards Emperor Xun's palace like a collapsing river, causing a deep rumbling noise.
Ao Bai was one of the nine sons of the dragon ancestor. He was the strongest, but his water-controlling magic wasn't great. Instead, it was rather rough. But, all of his magic had one special feature — great strength and immeasurable power.
Generated by Ao Bai, an ordinary water dragon was truly amazing. The thousands of water dragons were still a long distance away from the ground, but the strong gales they raised had already shaken the defensive formations of Emperor Xun's palace. Layers of defensive formations lit up one after another, but along with muffled roars, the defensive formations shattered one after another, turning into fireflies and dissipating in the wind.
Emperor Xun's palace was built on a three-hundred-meters-tall white jade platform. As the water dragons approached, the defensive formations on the platform collapsed one after another. The white jade on the platform exploded one after another, sending out countless pieces of jade and hitting on the walls and pillars of the palace, raising fire sparkles and ear-piercing noises.
Emperor Xun was wearing a pheasant feather battle dress, holding a golden spear and standing on the balcony of the palace. He bared his teeth, looked at Ao Bai, who descended from the sky, and laughed evilly. He wasn't afraid at all. On the contrary, he looked very provocative.
With boundless arrogance and violence, Emperor Xun fiercely pointed his golden spear at Ao Bai and said, "Bixi? I heard that you're one of the nine sons of the dragon ancestor. You've fallen long ago. How did you ascend to the throne of a divine emperor? Hehe, I heard that you look just like an old turtle. Today, I will dig your shell and make it into my bed! "
Ao Bai paused. How did Emperor Xun know that he was Bixi, one of the nine sons of the dragon ancestor? How did he know that he had fallen long ago, and that he had regrown his physical body with the secret treasures of the dragon-kind?
But soon, Ao Bai was enraged by Emperor Xun's provocative words. Did he just say that he was going to dig his shell?
Was Bixi a turtle?
Although its appearance was slightly similar, Suanni's carapace was densely inlaid with dragon scales. It wasn't an entire tortoise shell at all, alright? No, no, that wasn't the point. How dare Emperor Xun call Ao Bai a turtle? How dare he say that he was going to dig his shell and make it into his bed?
"You deserve to die, kid!" Ao Bai roared in rage. His power surged into the thousands of water dragons, turning them heavier and heavier. The water dragons were about to reach Emperor Xun's palace.
"You're nothing but a small dragon. How can you be so angry?" An unhurried voice came from behind Emperor Xun, following which, a priest with white hair and a white beard walked out from behind Emperor Xun. The Daoist priest walked out in a seemingly unhurried manner. He spread his left fingers, and on each of his fingertips, there was a faint silhouette of a small mountain. Each mountain had five different colors, and was shining with a five-colored light. Abruptly, the light surged towards the water dragon that was descending from the sky.
Along with a thunderous bang, the five-colored light bumped against the thousands of water dragons.
Ao Bai quivered slightly. In shock, he watched the water dragons fall apart and fall to the ground like a heavy rain.
The mountain peaks on the Daoist's left fingers were either spirit treasures or divine powers. The five-colored light waves contained an unstoppable power, which crushed Ao Bai's water dragon with one gentle strike.
Although Ao Bai's Water Dragon Rush wasn't a profound spell, the power of the water dragons was indeed great with his tremendous strength. Thousands of water dragons smashed down, and even a ten-thousand-zhang-tall mountain would be smashed into pieces in a flash.
The priest with white hair neutralized this strike so easily. Both his cultivation and power were not to be underestimated.
"Emperor Xun, is this what you got? Is this what you got? How dare you turn against our dragon-kind with this white-haired kid? " Ao Bai pressed down the cloud and floated above the palace, glaring at Emperor Xun and saying, "Even Emperor Xuanyuan, the ancestor of your Gong Sun Family, dared not to turn against our dragon-kind. How dare you do what even your ancestor dared not to do with this white-haired kid?"
Emperor Xun chuckled as he scornfully glanced at Ao Bai.
The white-haired daoist smiled casually. "Great Emperor Ao Bai, let's mind our own business. You can go to the Heavenly Court and be the Celestial Emperor. It's best if you don't meddle in the affairs of the human world. Otherwise, it will be too late for regrets if your soul is destroyed."
Hearing the priest with white hair, Ao Bai's face darkened in anger.
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