The Mountain Lord smiled, lifted a finger, and flicked it lightly against the plaque. With a crack, a fissure appeared.
"Courting death!"
The King Guilong raged, nearly losing all reason—today, no matter what, he had to kill the Mountain Lord.
If he didn't kill the Mountain Lord, every time he closed his eyes, that unbearable thing would haunt him.
To hell with it—I'll face the Beheading Dragon Platform if I must!
Even if I end up on the Beheading Dragon Platform, I'll kill the Mountain Lord first!
The Mountain Lord raised his other hand, blocking the assault from behind. In an instant, this hand began changing to a gray color—the prosthetic on the verge of collapsing.
He turned and ran, moving at breakneck speed. Behind him, the river surged, swept up by King Guilong, transforming into a water dragon that vaulted over the towering embankment and chased straight after the Mountain Lord.
The river water billowed out in waves dozens of meters high, roaring forth.
