White Snake: Xu Xian, the Strongest in History

On the banks of the Yangtze River.

Xu Xian hovered in midair, his blue robes snapping in the wind.

A mountain rested above his head, the river surged beneath his feet, and a starry sky stretched behind him. He cast a cold gaze downward, his voice rolling across the heavens like thunder.

"Fahai, you bald old monk! Release my wife at once, or I'll flood your damn Golden Mountain Temple!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.