Cough, cough! Xiao Heng climbed out from beneath the water, covered in blood. After coughing twice, he looked up at the black-robed man above.
This man's strength was far too terrifying. Even when fighting the Soul Hall Master, Xiao Heng had never been this wretched. In less than ten breaths, he had been completely crushed. The man was probably holding back because he wanted to play around; otherwise, Xiao Heng likely would not have lasted even those ten breaths.
Seeing Xiao Heng climb out of the water, the man raised his brows and said softly, "Not bad. You're actually not dead yet!"
Looking at this chatterbox, Xiao Heng truly wanted to sew his mouth shut. This was the first time he had encountered such a talkative opponent. He spouted even more nonsense than the people from the Soul Hall.
"Hey! Kid, do you need me to give you some time to recover?"
As soon as he spoke, the man fiercely swept out his arm. Countless fist-sized black water bullets suddenly formed and shot down at Xiao Heng below.
"I'd believe a ghost before I'd believe you!" Xiao Heng cursed. Sword in hand, he slashed out, and a blue-white line abruptly spread forth. With another slash, a cross-shaped blue-white line expanded into the sky, shattering numerous water bullets as it reached the man.
The man clenched his hand, and a wall of water emerged, blocking the cross-shaped blue-white line. Then he opened his fist. The water wall dissipated, taking the blue-white line with it as it vanished into the sky.
"That wasn't bad. You almost hurt me. Kid, if you have any more fresh tricks, bring them all out! Maybe you really can defeat me!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang...!
Countless water bullets fell like rain. The cross-shaped Horizon Line carved out