"Run, I've done everything I could. This is the strongest form I could take!"
A sigh echoed in Feng Qing'an's ear as he looked up in astonishment and saw the goddesse's body crumbling before his eyes like a collapsing mountain, eventually turning into a wisp of mountain breeze that vanished in the increasingly turbulent storm.
One strike!
With a divine weapon in his hand, the River Water Monarch of Bailang River needed only one attack to defeat the Wuling Mountain goddess who had been suppressing him all along. Even the Red Leopard below her disappeared as well.
This goddess was not physically present; she only lost some of her power. Killing a god is not that simple, it either requires absolute overpowering force or the perfect alignment of time, place and people. Otherwise, a dignified mountain god wouldn't have fallen so easily.
"Nu Luo, I am in your debt today and I will surely repay you!"
