"Arrogant!"

Ao Qiong stood deep within the clouds, facing a gigantic water mirror, within which Gao Xuan and a few others were visible.

Every word of Gao Xuan's recited poem reached Ao Qiong's ears.

Ao Qiong, having lived for over six thousand years, spent most of that time asleep beneath the sea. In terms of experience and cultivation, he surpassed Tao Jun and his ilk by far.

This was because the difference in levels between them was immense.

Ao Qiong was a True Dragon's Son, raised in the Dragon Palace since childhood. The Dragon Palace was renowned for its opulence.

Every item he used, every morsel he consumed, was of top-grade quality in the Cyan Celestial Realm.

Those who taught Ao Qiong Daoist Skills and Martial Arts were top-tier experts of this realm. As for the Human Race's poetry and essays, he had casually read many.

Such a life made Ao Qiong superior to Tao Jun from the very start.

Ao Qiong consistently looked down upon Human Race Cultivators. The Daoist Sect, Western Buddha Country, Celestial Court — they were all enemies of us Divine Beings.

Above the Nine Heavens, they could not defeat the Celestial Court, Daoist Sect, and Western Buddha Country. But in the Cyan Celestial Realm, why bother worrying about those Human Race Cultivators.

With this mindset, Ao Qiong never cared about Gao Xuan's Celestial Court identity.

In truth, Ao Qiong knew nothing about Gao Xuan. He could not care less about a certain Celestial Master emerging from Wuyuan Country.

Until, Jinlin was killed.

Actually, Jinlin was merely a pet to Ao Qiong; he never took it seriously.

However, for someone to kill his pet without his permission, that was a slap in the face.

Jinlin had many shrimp soldiers and crab generals, these little demons were not very skilled. But knowing Jinlin was under Ao Qiong, they all rushed to Ao Qiong to complain when trouble arose.

At the time, it happened to be the five-hundred-year gathering of the North Sea Dragon Palace, this gathering was meant to distribute the Innate True Water Essence, crucial for the next five hundred years of cultivation.

Upon receiving the news, Ao Qiong was furious but had to set it aside for the time being.

Only after the gathering ended a few days ago did Ao Qiong rush back.

According to Ao Qiong's thinking, he disdained to confront Gao Xuan directly. Yes, disdained to act.

Ao Qiong believed that killing such a small fry from the Celestial Court would stain his hands. To truly spread the word would lose dignity.

Thus, Ao Qiong planned to use Cloud Formation and Rainfall to outright flood Wuyuan Country.

By then, when Wuyuan Country couldn't withstand the pressure, they would naturally offer Gao Xuan to him in apology.

This was Ao Qiong's plan, but what he didn't expect was Golden Horn Demon King suddenly appearing.

Regarding this Nine Tribulation Demon King, Ao Qiong naturally looked down upon him as well. But truly just an old bull transformed, from a third-tier demon background.

The Dragon Race was considered the pinnacle of all beings, incomparable to these demons.

Nonetheless, Ao Qiong watched the battle between Gao Xuan and Golden Horn Demon King.

He had to admit, Ao Qiong was startled by Gao Xuan's mastery of the Qiankun Technique.

The transformations of such a Qiankun Technique involved the manipulation of space.

Ao Qiong had learned similar magic too but was far inferior to Gao Xuan in this aspect.

Therefore, even Ao Qiong, with his pride and arrogance as a Dragon, was astonished by Gao Xuan's Dao Practice.

However, Ao Qiong quickly calmed down; although Gao Xuan's magic was potent, it just bullied the ignorant Golden Horn.

Such magic had no effect on the Dragon Race. The innate Divine Techniques of the Dragon Race, capable of Cloud Flipping and Rain Covering, could resist various types of magic. Unless Gao Xuan's power exceeded his by tenfold, it was impossible to restrain him.

Afterward, Gao Xuan reconstructed Biyun Peak, which Ao Qiong saw as a provocation. This infuriated him further.

With Gao Xuan's skills, if he humbly kneeled to him apologizing, he might consider sparing him.

Yet, Gao Xuan, relying on his bit of Dao Practice, flaunted it against him, which Ao Qiong could not tolerate.

Gao Xuan reconstructing Biyun Peak may not be regarded as outstanding Divine Techniques. It was merely a repeated application of the Qiankun Technique, albeit with a touch of refined finesse.

Such divine techniques appear mighty, but in battle, they could just bully demons like the foolish Golden Horn. A single Thunder Skill from him would break through any magic.

As for turning monks into mountain daisies, this transformation was indeed amusing. But to put it bluntly, it was just bullying the weak.

The thing that displeased Ao Qiong most was Gao Xuan's line of poetry, "Let the autumn wind bring the rain!"

Wasn't this clearly saying to let him come with anything he has?

This small Celestial Master, having gained some Dao Practice, was oblivious to the bounds of the Celestial Realm, greatly angering Ao Qiong.

Ao Qiong looked at the water mirror before him, pondering how to deliver a profound lesson to his adversary.

Using Cloud Formation and Rainfall to flood Wuyuan Country posed no threat to Gao Xuan. Even if everyone drowned, Gao Xuan would remain unscathed.

However, he first needed to use this to pressure Gao Xuan, to show his stance.

Ao Qiong asked the Water Patrol Yaksha beside him, "In your opinion, how should one deal with this person to appease my fury."

The Water Patrol Yaksha stood eight feet tall, with a body covered in cyan scales, a flat and long head, a broad and long mouth brimming with fangs, holding a Water-Splitting Steel Fork, appearing robust and fierce.

Despite the Yaksha's ugly appearance, his status was of great importance.

Ao Qiong was the Qiong River Governor, but he hardly managed any specific affairs. All such work, the literary handed to Profound Turtle, the martial to Water Patrol Yaksha.

If Ao Qiong were the Emperor, Water Patrol Yaksha was akin to his Grand Marshal.

Moreover, the Yaksha was quite intelligent, efficient in his actions, unlike his outward appearance.

After contemplating for a while, the Yaksha said, "I see this Daoist is formidable, afraid Cloud Formation and Rainfall might not affect him. Lord should first retrieve Bai Cang River."

"The Dragon Talisman is in that Daoist's hands, which is troublesome."