Amidst the fierce Qi and Blood, within three feet around Ji Tang, ripples flickered slightly, and suddenly a flash of sunlight appeared.
A point of lightning initially undetectable, in an instant turned into a towering thunder pillar, with a boom, originating from Ji Tang's Baihui point, extending directly into the void.
Like a great tree of thunder and lightning, full of branches.
The sky was a blazing white.
"Is this supposed to tickle me?"
A flash of cyan light appeared on Ji Tang, the Cyan Dragon roamed, countless white thunderbolts striking his body were swallowed by the semi-real, semi-illusory True Form of the Cyan Dragon.
Instead of being hurt, only his hair was slightly singed, yet his skin remained shiny and smooth with a cyan glow.
Not only was he unharmed, but he seemed even more spirited.
"This is bad, Fubo Lineage, of the Water Dragon type, where rain follows their movements, lightning begets. Old monk, do you know how to fight?"
