Yanbei City.

It was raining heavily at night.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, and thunder rumbled incessantly.

This is the heaviest rain we've seen in decades.

The black dragon's massive body carried a terrifying ferocity, its body covered in hideous scars, and the young Taoist's figure was reflected in its vertical pupils. It pondered and said, "I am Ao Jiang, the Black River Dragon King. Please give me some face, sir."

Qin Luo's robes fluttered in the wind.

The wind and rain could not get close to him at all.

Golden Horn was very self-aware; it hid under the eaves.

Standing behind Wang Chongming, the Prince of Zhenbei was panting heavily even with the protection of two top experts.

This was a crisis he had never encountered before.

Looking at the enormous black dragon before him, Qin Luo could sense its powerful dragon bloodline. This was a true dragon, far stronger than the small silver dragon in Mirror Lake.

"Since you are the Dragon King of the Black River, why don't you stir up storms and rain in the Black River, and instead guard his home?"

“Zhu Gui has been kind to me. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to step over my dead body first.”

The black dragon's vertical eyes were filled with vigilance.

Qin Luo finally understood why the Prince of Zhenbei was here. There was a triple barrier set up by Wang Chongming, and the Black River Dragon King was in charge. It was very safe here, and he wanted to negotiate with him.

"Master Qin, harmony is of utmost importance."

Wang Chongming did not want to be Qin Luo's enemy.

Qin Luo's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he could see through the thoughts of the Prince of Zhenbei. "Prince of Zhenbei, I have come all this way to give you this long period of reflection, not to negotiate with you."

The Prince of Zhenbei had a dark face. He was a martial arts expert, and at this moment he was like a furnace, the rainwater around him evaporating before it even got close. "Master Qin, it is my fault for failing to educate my son properly. I am willing to apologize to Longhu Temple."

Qin Luo shook his head slightly. His eyes were sharp, and he could see the unwillingness on the face of the Prince of Zhenbei. He said calmly, "Your real mistake is that you don't know how to be respectful."

Wang Chongming smiled and smoothed things over, "Master Qin, since the Prince of Zhenbei has apologized, why don't we turn hostility into friendship and reconcile our families?"

Although the Prince of Zhenbei verbally admitted his mistake, he showed no intention of backing down. Qin Luo stepped forward again, and at that moment, the wind and rain between heaven and earth intensified.

Since reasoning doesn't work.

Then we can only let our strength speak for itself.

The Black River Dragon King Ao Jiang glared angrily, "Don't be so arrogant! Don't think that I, the Dragon King, am afraid of you."

A dragon's roar resounded.

A bolt of lightning shot out from the black dragon's mouth.

Lightning struck Qin Luo, bathing him in its light without causing him any harm. He chuckled to himself, "I'm usually the one striking others with lightning; I never thought I'd get struck myself."

"Perfect timing to try out the Dragon Subduing Technique!"

Qin Luo quickly formed hand seals, and a dazzling golden light rose from his body, as a golden figure appeared out of nowhere.

"Is this a Dharma form?"

Wang Chongming looked solemn.

Only immortals who have transcended tribulation can condense a Dharma form.

Immortals who have transcended tribulation are among the strongest in the mortal realm, and are among the most numerous in the entire Great Xia Dynasty. However, they are suppressed by the Heavenly Dao in the mortal realm and find it difficult to unleash their full power unless they ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Behind Qin Luo stood a tall, golden figure identical to him, with flowing golden hair, like a god-king.

The Black River Dragon King Ao Jiang sensed danger. It soared into the sky, its size constantly increasing, summoning wind and rain along the way, with lightning surging in the dark clouds. It wanted to unleash tribulation lightning to deal with Qin Luo.

For every foot the black dragon grew, the golden dharma image grew to ten feet, and soon the golden figure pierced through the black clouds.

The Prince of Zhenbei's body was trembling.

Even Wang Chongming was dumbfounded.

The Dharma form of an ordinary immortal undergoing tribulation is usually only a hundred feet long, but Qin Luo's Dharma form instantly exceeded a thousand feet and continued to grow rapidly, as if it were about to support this world.

The black dragon soared into the clouds.

It wanted to unleash powerful lightning strikes.

At the edge of the pool, Qin Luo clasped his hands together, and the golden Dharma image, which was countless feet tall, followed suit, clasping its hands together as well. The black dragon, which was over a hundred feet tall, was swatted like a fly.

Boom!

The dark clouds were shaken apart.

The Black River Dragon King was severely injured by a single blow, with all its bones broken and shattered. It fell from a great height and finally crashed into the garden pond, splashing water very high.

Even though Ao Jiang, the Black River Dragon King, was not as strong as he was at his peak, he still possessed considerable strength, yet he couldn't even last a single round against Qin Luo.

Even when the Black River Dragon King was at its peak, it was like an earthworm in front of that towering Dharma form.

The Prince of Zhenbei was dumbfounded.

One of our trump cards is gone just like that.

The Black River Dragon King floated on the water, the pool was stained red with blood, the wind and rain gradually subsided, and Qin Luo stepped on the black dragon's huge body, walking step by step across the pool.

The Prince of Zhenbei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The refined and gentle young Taoist priest seemed like a demon god. He placed his last hope on Wang Chongming and whispered, "Strategist!"

Wang Chongming watched Qin Luo walk over.

He wisely stepped aside.

Thump!

Wang Chongming was not in front of him.

The Prince of Zhenbei knelt directly on the ground.

Qin Luo noticed that the moment the Prince of Zhenbei knelt down, a faint golden light dissipated from his body.

The Prince of Zhenbei knelt at Qin Luo's feet, no longer arrogant. "Daoist Qin, the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion will never be an enemy of Longhu Temple again, including any forces related to Longhu Temple. If anyone disobeys, may I be struck by lightning and shattered to pieces."

"I gave you a chance!"

Qin Luo stared at the Prince of Zhenbei.

He had just wanted to cooperate with Longhu Temple.

The Prince of Zhenbei was somewhat desperate. He had originally wanted to negotiate with Longhu Temple, but he never expected it to end like this.

Wang Chongming stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Master Qin, please give the Prince of Zhenbei another chance. He has learned his lesson from this experience and understands the meaning of reverence."

The Prince of Zhenbei's forehead fell onto the cold stone slab, his soul trembling as he said in a trembling voice, "Master Qin, from now on I am willing to follow the lead of the Dragon and Tiger Temple."

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