"Phantom? An illusion?"
The azure giant eagle spoke in human words, a trace of surprise in its voice.
Shi Po spread his divine sense wide and swept it over the calm sea. A savage gleam flashed through his eyes as he punched at the air before him. Ripples spread through the void, and a white ice fist over thirty meters wide shot forth, carrying a bone-piercing gale as it smashed toward the seabed.
Wherever the white ice fist passed, the air buzzed. The sea surface rapidly froze, forming an ice layer several feet thick.
The placid seawater suddenly churned violently, and an enormous wave over thirty meters high and hundreds of meters long abruptly rose up. Wang Ruyan sat atop the wave with the Golden Lotus Lyre before her, while Wang Changsheng stood at her side, his expression icy.
Wang Ruyan's face turned cold. Her ten fingers swept swiftly across the zither strings, firing out a vast barrage of blue wind blades that struck the white ice fist one after another, producing a series of muffled metallic clashes.
Before the white ice fist even reached them, a bone-chilling cold already rushed into their faces.
Wang Changsheng snorted. Thunder rumbled across his body as countless Blue Arcs surged forth, and he punched at the air before him.
Blue light flashed, and a blue lightning fist over thirty meters wide shot out, colliding with the white ice fist.
Rumble!
Blue and white spiritual light tangled fiercely. After less than a moment of stalemate, they destroyed each other, unleashing a powerful blast wave. Countless White Ice Needles shot toward Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.
Wang Ruyan put away the Golden Lotus Lyre and took out a red jade flute about a foot long. Its surface was carved with countless flowers, exquisite beyond compare.