The son of Dragon King.

The ship spun around as if caught in a whirlpool. The passengers who were clinging to the ship raised their death cries as if they were afraid that they would touch the water at any moment. Suddenly a whirlwind arose on the ship's deck. No, not a whirlwind. Commander Lang jumped up into the sky and the pressure created a wind. In his hand was an unprecedented guandao that was terrifyingly sharp. He charged it toward the river water, feeding it spiritual energy and terrible explosions erupted under the water, accompanied by the pained growls of a huge creature.

At the same time, the river became turbulent, and a huge, coiled figure rose from the water. Its scales were glistening obsidian, a monument to nightmares. Its maw, wide enough to swallow two giant ships, let out a roar. Compared to that creature, the ship looked like an ant with an elephant.

"That thing, a dragon?" Bing Zhen shouted as he hung on awkwardly. "In god's name, what the hell is a dragon doing here?!"

Commander Lang was floating freely in the sky. Rushing forward at lightning speed, he launched another wide-range Necrotic attack as it hit the giant dragon and exploded.

He was more powerful than a normal soul guard. It seemed he was not a spirit or a demon, but a more terrifying and powerful force. He looked like he could fight a real dragon face-to-face. If there were hybrids between gods and demons, they were dragons. They were weaker than the gods but more terrifying and stronger than all of the demons.

"Go away!" Commander Lang's voice was deep and aggressive. He looked at the squirming passengers and said it, but it was more like he said it to the dragon. "This energy," the dragon's yellow eyes narrowed. "I know this!" It thundered, forcing everyone to cover their ears. It was so loud that even Meng Zhi shivered.

"Chiwen," Wu Xuan heard that Commander Lang's voice was direct and unyielding and filled with anger. "Chiwen?! The real one?? Are you kidding me?" Bing Zhen shouted, guiding passengers onto the deck. His fear was justified. Just as there were nine types of dragon souls in the cultivation world, there were also nine dragons who were like their original owners. Chiwen was the name of the water dragon, the second son of the Dragon King. If that was true, they were in the middle of a terrible conflict here. They were in the water, in Chiwen's domain.

The dragon laughed out loud. "Look who I met!" His voice sounded like a grunt and Wu Xuan felt the air around him become heavy. The large jade-like scales on the dragon's body were glistening and protected him from Lang's attacks. This was the worst nightmare anyone could imagine. But Commander Lang showed no hesitation or fear. It seemed he was angry. He was angry, but not impulsive in the face of anger. He was by no means a perfect enemy for Wu Xuan. Wu Xuan's ability to anger others and defeat them would not work for Commander Lang.

Even the lanterns in the sky were drawn aside as if afraid of being crushed in the clash of forces. But still, Wu Xuan stood on the front deck without moving and waited. Lingyu lay on his arms and Wu Xuan wrapped him in a cotton cloak to protect him from the cold.

The wind was getting stronger, and the river water was getting stormy. Chiwen and Commander Lang were still staring at each other without charging. No, not waiting. They were studying each other. In the next blink of an eye, Commander Lang was swallowed by the dragon.

Bing Zhen, who was still on the ship's deck, passed out. "Commander Lang!" He shouted with wide eyes. Meng Zhi also stared stony from where he stood. Only a few moments passed, was Commander Lang already a meal? But Meng Zhi's eyes narrowed as a gloomy blue light rose from behind the dragon. "He's not dead!"

Commander Lange's guandao quickly activated and roared with azure energy, slashing through the dragon's scales as Chiwen let out a loud roar. "Yazi!!!" The voice was clear and direct. The name alone was enough to shiver Meng Zhi's body. Blood drained from his lips and his eyes narrowed in fear. In fact, at that moment, he wanted to wrap himself in a blanket and hide under the bed. He was so frightened that he didn't even know when Wu Xuan approached him.

As blue lights exploded in the sky, the water churned rapidly. The ship was also swaying dangerously from side to side, dragging the cargo on its deck into the river. "Go in," Wu Xuan said, carefully handing Lingyu to Meng Zhi like a fragile doll. Meng Zhi didn't need any further explanations. Kicking Bing Zhen to throw him inside, Meng Zhi went down to the storage room and closed the small door tightly.

By this time, Chiwen had lost focus on the ship and was forced to fully charge toward Commander Lang. When the water rose like water snakes, Commander Lang, who was unable to stop one of the attacks, was pulled into the water as if caught in a whirlpool when he let go of the guandao he was holding. When Chiwen's legs in underwater trapped him, there was no escape until Commander Lang died.

Wu Xuan leaped onto the mast with one jump. Electricity was sparking in his hands and his eyes were glowing blue with spiritual energy. "Lightning Dragon...." He muttered as a murderous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew he shouldn't do this. But for whatever reason, he wanted Commander Lang to win this battle. It was not self-defense. Wu Xuan felt that if Commander Lang was defeated, it would be the end for him too, but that was not what motivated him to help. Some inner feeling was consuming him.

"Last technique...." Lightning was gathering in the cloudless clear sky. The air also tickled like invisible sparks and a sulfurous smell pervaded the area. "Thousand Lightning!" As Wu Xuan spread his arms out to his sides, a thousand lightning bolts were drawn into the river, one after the other, exploding the entire area. The lanterns in the sky were extinguished and all that could be seen was the blue-colored lightning bolting frantically to the river. It was so widespread that the attack alone was enough to raze the entire Luoyang capital to the ground. The ship was also attacked but unharmed, with Wu Xuan himself acting as a lightning repellent. The barrier was also in place around the ship. He had never used his lightning technique so widely or so powerfully. But this time there were no people around him to protect. Hence the 'Thousand Lightning' was at its strongest. He also felt a change in his spiritual energy and seemed to be able to control the lightning-repellent area around him. 'Lingyu, did you eat it or polish it?' He couldn't help but think.

Chiwen cried out in pain. Electricity flowed through the river and Chiwen had no choice but to escape from his own domain, fly up to the air. A sphere of water surrounded him, absorbing all the lightning strikes that came at him without hitting his massive body. It's dangerous yellow eyes looked directly at Wu Xuan. But he was unable to take any action. Instantly, the lightning faded and Chiwen also felt something dangerous approaching his neck. It is a large illusory guandao that glows with azure raw energy. Chiwen saw it, but it was too late. With his massive neck snapped in one blow, Commander Lang quickly lands on the ship as Guandao vanishes into thin air.

The dragon's body was turned into dust. "It's not the real body," said Wu Xuan, still on the mast. On the other hand, Commander Lang's clothes were half burnt while half his mask was completely broken. Wu Xuan's Underwater attack also seemed to have affected him to some extent. However, for some reason, there was some interaction between them. Sensing that Commander Lang was ready to attack, Wu Xuan stopped his lightning attack. After all, he started it to find a way for Commander Lang to escape.

Wu Xuan suffered a severe headache and lost his leg. As he fell from the mast like a doll, Commander Lang sprang forward and caught him. His brown eyes drifted to Wuyin unconsciously. Although only one-half is visible, it can be concluded that he is extremely handsome. With thick black hair and bright brown eyes, it certainly felt more familiar than Wu Xuan thought. "You…" Commander Lang asked in a soft yet deep, firm voice.

"Are you the master of Wuyin?!"