Gu Yun's guard, who set the fire to jump into the river, blasted off a firework with a strange color. Ge Chen drove the Dragon straight towards it immediately. At the next moment, an iron chain as thick as a child's arm screeched as it swept by, slashing open the sea breeze.

But the man in the water was a Black Iron Camp elite. Instead of being frightened by this weapon, he climbed up the iron chain and swept half a circle with it, then borrowed the momentum to flip onto the Dragon.

Ge Chen shouted out, "Hold on tight! Ling Shu Institute has yearned for the Western Dragon for a long time. Today we finally got one. Marshal, after this, even if you tell us to follow after you to be the servants picking up your leftovers, it would not matter ha ha ha!"

Everyone was shaken by Ge Ling Shu's driving style resembling a person jumping in joy. Everyone could only try their best to hold on to the railings beside them, there was no room to pay attention to anything else. Gu Yun's ears were full of the roaring sound of river water beating against the body of the Dragon. As he ground his teeth, he thought, He was already being tied up just now, why didn't I think of beating him up?

The Dragon flew by under the Sea Monster. At this time, it was too late for the Westerners to respond.

The Westerner garrison on the south coast recovered from the chaos and was ready to pursue after them. Unexpectedly, before the order was given, a dark and oppressive stretch of Great Liang's Large Dragons appeared across the river after having left the port without warning.

Master Ja put down his Qian Li Yan in horror and hastily ordered, "Slow down! Don't chase them! It's a trick. Gather the fleets and be ready to fight! Damn it, how come the people of Central Plains who had huddled up for so long suddenly went out to battle today?"

The pope's expression was not very good either. He personally accompanied a man with a moustache out of the camp - it was the so-called 'guest from the Holy Land'. They exchanged a look of seeing face to face but not eye to eye. The pope turned his head and looked anxiously at the army stationed in Jiangbei, where the soldiers were getting into formation as if to put pressure on the border.

In a twinkling of an eye, the Dragon on the river disappeared into the Great Liang Large Dragon fleet. While the two sides were already in formation, ready to face the enemy, the Great Liang naval force suddenly swapped its formation in front of the puzzling eyes of the enemy, slowly retreating back without making any move, as if they had only come out for a display.