The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang was in the midst of the turbulent and raging torrent. Her beautiful face was so stunning that it could overwhelm a whole country, but at this moment, it was distorted by extreme anger and she had completely lost her former charm.

Her eyes were wide open, and the flames of anger seemed to burst out from them, burning fiercely, as if to burn everything in front of her. She clenched her teeth tightly, her gums were tight, and she looked as if she was about to bite her teeth off, and endless anger accumulated in her heart.

She stretched out her hand angrily, and her slender fingers were like sharp eagle claws. She tried desperately to grab Meng Jin tightly, as if that was her last straw and her only hope in this desperate situation.

Meng Jin's eyes were as cold as frost, without a trace of warmth, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years, making people afraid.

He raised his foot without hesitation. That foot seemed to contain a tremendous amount of strength, and its power left no doubt.

He kicked with great force, and the kick landed firmly and mercilessly on Princess Ziyang's body.

Princess Zi Yang's body suddenly fell into the water without any resistance, like a kite with a broken string. With a "splash", a large amount of water splashed up, and the water splashed in all directions like an explosion, sparkling with crystal light under the sunlight.

Princess Ziyang, who fell into the water, struggled desperately, splashing water like a rainstorm, making the surrounding water surface chaotic.

There was a raging hatred burning in her eyes, and that hatred was so strong that it seemed to boil the surrounding water, making the entire body of water filled with her anger and unwillingness.

She secretly swore in her heart: If I don't live well, then Meng Jin won't live well either! As soon as this thought came out, she tried her best to mobilize all the mysterious purple flames in her body.

The purple flame was stirring in her body, seeming to contain endless power, as if once released, it would burn everything to ashes.

Princess Zi Yang concentrated her mind and tried hard to feel the mysterious power in her body.

Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead, and her face turned a little red due to the exertion.

Finally, she felt the purple flame begin to surge in her body. She was delighted and quickly tried to guide it out of her body.

However, the moment the flame touched the water, it seemed so powerless.

The purple flame that had just been released from her body was instantly swallowed up by the water and disappeared without a trace, without even a trace left, as if it had never appeared.

Princess Ziyang widened her eyes, unable to believe what she saw.

She never imagined that the purple flame, which she regarded as her last life-saving magic weapon, would be so vulnerable in the water.

Meng Jin slowly turned his head and looked at Princess Ziyang struggling in the water with cold eyes. A disdainful sneer appeared on his face, and that smile was full of ridicule and contempt, which made people shudder. He said sarcastically: "Do you know why I dragged you into the water? The reason is this! You can't use all your abilities in the water! Now, it's time for me to settle accounts with you, Princess Ziyang!"

His voice echoed on the empty water surface with a resolute coldness. The voice seemed like a verdict from hell, icy and merciless, making people feel cold in their hearts. It seemed that even the air around them was frozen by this chill.

Princess Ziyang was in the water, and when she heard Meng Jin's words, her anger reached its peak. She continued to struggle desperately, trying to keep her head above the water, while shouting at Meng Jin: "Meng Jin, you despicable villain! Do you think you can defeat me like this? I won't let you go easily!" Her voice was trembling with anger, and it seemed a little unclear in the water, but the strong hatred was clearly conveyed.

Meng Jin looked at the miserable Princess Ziyang in the water without a trace of pity in his heart. He said coldly: "Princess Ziyang, you have been arrogant and domineering in the past, and now you have to pay the price. Today is your end!" After saying that, he slowly raised his hand, and a powerful force gathered in his hand.

A look of determination suddenly flashed across Meng Jin's eyes, as if he could burn everything in the world to ashes. He clenched his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks were tense, and all the strength in his body seemed to be concentrated on that sturdy arm at this moment. Then, he swung it hard, with a desperate momentum.

The white group in his hand flew forward at an astonishing speed like an arrow shot from a bow. The group drew a white track in the air, tearing through the darkness like a lightning bolt. With a loud "bang", the white group went straight into the water in front, instantly causing a large splash of water. The splash of water was like a blooming white lotus, spreading in the air and forming a hazy mist.

At this time, Princess Ziyang was in the water. The white ball hit her squarely, and the huge impact force made her body fly backwards at a very fast speed like a cannonball. Her body drew an arc in the water and instantly hit the wall behind her. The sound of the collision was dull and powerful, as if the entire water area trembled. The huge impact force caused her body to shake violently, and her throat tasted fishy and sweet. With a "wow", a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth. The blood quickly spread in the water, like a blooming red plum, enchanting and sad.

After taking a breath, Princess Ziyang raised her head again. Her eyes were filled with viciousness and cruelty, as if they could penetrate everything and make people shudder. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face, but it did not reduce her ferocity at all. Then, she slowly raised her hands, and purple flames suddenly burned on her hands. The purple flame was just a weak flame at first, swaying in the water, as if it would go out at any time. But in the blink of an eye, it spread rapidly, burning more and more vigorously, as if it was going to devour everything in the world.

The high temperature of the flames continued to spread, gradually heating up the surrounding water. Wisps of hot air began to emerge from the water surface, and the hot air rose up, making the surrounding air hot. The originally clear water began to become turbid, and the fish in the water fled everywhere because they could not bear the high temperature.

Meng Jin struggled desperately on the water, waving his limbs constantly, trying to stand up from the water. However, he soon felt the water behind him heating up rapidly and becoming boiling hot. The burning sensation was like countless ants gnawing at his back, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his scalp was numb. His face showed a painful expression, and his brows were tightly knitted together.

He turned around angrily and shouted at Princess Ziyang: "You bastard, you are boiling water here!" His voice was full of anger and helplessness, and it kept echoing in this small space, as if he was unwilling to accept and accuse his fate. His voice spread in the water, with layers of ripples, but it could not cover up his inner anger.

When Princess Ziyang heard Meng Jin's roar, a sneer appeared on her face. Her eyes were full of mockery, as if she was mocking Meng Jin's incompetence. The purple flame in her hand burned more vigorously, as if she was showing Meng Jin how powerful she was.

Meng Jin looked at Princess Ziyang's smug expression, and his anger grew stronger. He struggled hard again, trying to get rid of the scalding water. His arms waved in the water, splashing water. His eyes were firm and persistent, as if telling Princess Ziyang that he would not give in easily.

At this time, the surrounding water temperature was getting higher and higher, and the oxygen in the water was becoming thinner. Meng Jin's breathing began to become rapid, and his face became paler and paler.