"Hahahaha!"
"You want to take this king as a spiritual beast? Not even a Deity Transformation cultivator has the qualifications to do that! Though I do not know what an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like you relied upon to slaughter my nephew and third brother, today you shall undoubtedly die!"
The Golden Flood Dragon King did not even entertain the thought, instead bursting into loud laughter. As his voice trailed off, his gaze hardened into cold, sharp rays. The golden long spear in his hand left his grasp, transforming into a golden flood dragon over ten zhang in length, wreathed in silver electric arcs, as it lunged toward Yan Taibai, who stood a thousand zhang away.
Chapter 165