Golden beams of light.
Azure silhouettes of phantom dragons.
The surging True Qi, almost solidifying into reality, parted the lake waters, raising waves as high as thirty feet.
The golden beam collided with the azure phantom dragon, causing the surface of the lake to shudder as if boiling; the immense impact plunged into the waters, generating a thunderous roar.
Had anyone been swimming in the lake then, they would have been crushed into a fleshy paste by the pressured waters.
The golden beam, akin to the Heavenly God's judgement, pierced through the Azure Dragon's phantom silhouette and then stretched about a hundred meters more before finally disappearing into the void.
Fishes, killed by the shock, floated to the surface; the Azure Dragon stood atop the water, the brilliance in its eyes gradually dimming, fading away into illusion before it collapsed and vanished.
Lin Mo stood still, his face showing neither sorrow nor joy.
