A sudden change occurred, but Lu Qing's expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated this all along.
He opened his palm, and a gigantic multicolored Magic Giant Palm condensed in mid-air, slapping towards that figure.
Boom!
With a thunderous roar that shook the earth and mountains, that huge figure was slapped away by Lu Qing, crashing into another mountain wall and rolling in pain.
"Settle."
However, as Lu Qing uttered a single word, the enormous figure immediately froze, entirely enveloped and suppressed by a layer of yellow light, unable to move.
"So it was a White Flood Dragon."
When Lu Qing saw clearly the appearance of that figure, he was a bit surprised.
He had long sensed a faint yet elusive aura in the deep pool.
