The flood dragon stretched over a hundred zhang, coiled above the Wei River Lake, an awe-inspiring sight.
"Oh my god, what, what is that thing?"
"Is, is it a prehistoric beast?"
The spectators were terrified to the extreme, and tens of thousands of people on the shore began to panic, with many sitting on the ground in fear, crying out loud.
But someone discerned the truth.
"No, that's not real."
An elder martial artist of the Qi Transformation Realm, stroking his goatee, spoke.
"This is True Qi Transformation."
"True Qi Transformation? If it's True Qi Transformation, how can it be so lifelike, even the scales appear vivid and realistic? Furthermore, True Qi Transformation has limits, just how profound Chen Jiao's True Qi must be to condense such a massive beast?"
The elder with the goatee stared at the enormous flood dragon perched on the lake, explaining to those around him.
