บท 291: Long Yang the Distinguished Guest

Three thousand six hundred miles southeast of the site where Wu Qi was building the new city, a small island stood in the middle of Great Eastern Ocean.

Lord Xiansheng and Catfish-flood-dragon were standing above the ocean, their faces blank, and their eyes nearly popped out. In a great shock and terror, they stared at a large cluster of dark clouds that suddenly rushed over to the small island, and watched how the enormous forces of thunder tribulation surged without spending a single second in accumulating the strength. In a twinkle, a total of one hundred and eight thunderbolts smote down instantaneously in the most chaotic manner.