"Are you Nezha?"
Looking at the young man before him, Aoguang maintained a calm expression, but inside, his heart was already a raging storm.
The vigor of this young man's blood was even stronger than his own True Dragon form. It was hard to imagine whether he was born with an innate immortal body or had crafted such a Golden Core; either way, he was not to be underestimated.
Aoguang valued the strength of the flesh, stepping ashore from the seabed, undisturbed by the towering waves.
Ao Yu, however, was drawn to Nezha's eyes.
Those eyes, as dark as ink, gave her a shiver from a single glance, as if her body was following suit in weakness.
Underneath the wet hair was a cold expression and eyes as swift as lightning. He wore pitch-black attire, with his exposed hands bulging with veins. Though meeting for the first time, and his realm far from theirs, he exuded an indescribable and unparalleled aura.
