"Curb your insolence, thief!" A flash of anger flickered in the eyes of the Jing River Dragon King as he turned towards the three thunderbolts cast his way, and he opened his mouth to counter.
A thick, golden dragon flame sprayed from his mouth, interspersed with an eerie black and green light. This flamboyant display of power collided with the three thunderbolts.
With a sizzling sound, the thunderbolts, like fire meeting water, flashed a few times, then turned into green smoke and vanished into thin air.
With a pinch of a spell from the dragon king's left hand, the countless golden awl shadows originally directed at Shen Luo's body immediately changed their course to strike the incoming magical instruments.
After a series of loud clashes, the three magical instruments were completely destroyed, bursting apart.
