Chapter 167: Xu Fu

The entire palace was now covered in a dense, black mist. The moisture level in the air skyrocketed, even condensing into countless water droplets hanging on the bronze candle holder before Wu Qi. Vaguely, there were bolts of lightning flashing under the ceiling as the water vapor turned into dark clouds and rapidly brushed against each other, producing some muffled thunders. Ying Zheng was sitting with his back straight amidst the dark cloud and black mist. Eight flood dragons and one serpent were seen rolling and slithering within the dark mist behind his back, giving off a peerless air of arrogance and vast mightiness that condensed into a pressure as heavy as a great mountain, and filled every inch of the air in the palace.