In the lands of Yelu River, it was as though a brand-new Hall of Heroes had been carved out. Water poured madly into it, only to be churned by the immense Sword Qi within. Clouds and mist billowed up at once.
The water levels of several nearby tributaries of Yelu River plunged, exposing their riverbeds for the second time. Countless Water Descendants and river spirits fled onto the banks and migrated in a frenzy, desperate to get away from that enormous hole where Sword Qi soared into the sky. Endless streams of azure Sword Qi spilled out like towering waves and spread in every direction. Across the vast waters of Yelu River's main channel and more than a dozen tributaries, Water Descendants killed by the earthquake and the flood of Sword Qi lay strewn everywhere, too many to count.
The force of one sword strike made the heavens collapse and the earth cave in.
Chen Qingdu stood at the edge of the hole and frowned. "What's going on?"
By rights, Bai Ze should not have been so... weak.
Weak, of course, only compared with the Tuoyue Mountain Great Ancestor at his peak.
If Bai Ze was too weak, why would Chen Qingdu have chosen him as the target of this all-out sword strike? That would not insult Bai Ze; it would cheapen Chen Qingdu himself.
As for Bai Ze neither dodging nor retreating, deliberately taking the two half-strikes head-on—
Perhaps that, too, counted as a reunion after ten thousand years: Bai Ze's final salute to the Sword Qi Great Wall and Chen Qingdu.
What Chen Qingdu had truly hoped to achieve with his strike was to hinder Bai Ze's ascent to the Fifteen Realm to some degree, delaying it by several decades or perhaps a century.
Even now, within Bai