The torrential rain lashed the ground like a whip.
Gale winds swept across the sky, and the trees on the mountain were uprooted like the grass on a football field, ancient trees that had stood for decades, centuries, and even millennia were carried high into the sky, revealing yellow-brown mountain rocks. The rainwater scoured, and the mud mixed with rocks fell into the river, all the way to the east, staining the estuary a faint earth yellow.
Liang Qu, having completed his task, retreated to an unnoticed corner, performing his old trick and transformed.
"Splash."
The water parted.
The murky mud mist spread out, the vague figure yet unseen, but golden light first shone through.
Sea Teeth King trembled all over, Little Horse King shook like a sieve, and the Big Horse King, caught off guard, avoided eye contact, not daring to meet gazes. The Three Kings once again recalled the fear dominated by the White Ape's fist, and they all thought of a phrase in their hearts.
