Taiping Taoist Zhang Jiao?
Who?
Everyone present was stunned by the Flood Dragon, with absolutely no time to think about who this Taiping Taoist was.
They only saw a towering bolt of Celestial Thunder strike down, hitting the Flood Dragon right on its head.
"CRACKLE!"
For a moment, the air surged with the sound of arcing electricity.
The Flying Winged Flood Dragon, struck by the Celestial Thunder, bared its fangs and let out a ferocious, chaotic roar.
With this brief respite, the crowd finally noticed that, at some unknown point, a thin Daoist had appeared on a rock at the mountain's peak. His long hair billowed in the wind, he wore a yellow robe, and he held a mysterious black pearl in his hand.
He looked ordinary on the surface, but his face held an air of extraordinary pride, as if he were an Immortal Master sent to guide the world.
The towering bolt of Celestial Thunder had clearly been emitted from that black pearl.
