"Ha!"
Beneath the familiar waterfall, a white-haired girl with her long hair tied into a high ponytail stood with two Rasengans condensed in each hand, continuously forming them and hurling them toward the distant waterfall.
Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!
One Rasengan after another exploded against the waterfall, sending up sprays of water.
Although the waterfall flowed swiftly, there was always a brief instant when the explosions blasted open a gap in it.
After learning the Rasengan, Ye Lingling had devoted all her time apart from her daily cultivation to practicing this soul skill.
Setting everything else aside, in terms of proficiency alone, Ye Lingling was no less skilled than Zhu Zhuqing, its creator.
Suddenly, Ye Lingling, who had been continuously swinging her hands, stopped. She placed both hands at her waist in the shape of flower buds.
Between her flower-bud-like hands, an enormous Rasengan rapidly condensed.
This was an attack method her grandfather had spent a year improving from the Rasengan. It was not as nimble as the Rasengan.
But it could still be called an ultimate move, its power enough to rival the strongest soul skill of a Soul Master at the same level.
"Nine Tang Return-to-Dust Cannon!"
The Rasengan between her hands grew larger and larger, the Soul Power within it spinning at the limit Ye Lingling could control.
Then Ye Lingling pushed it forward without hesitation.
Boom!
Like a Kamehameha, the pale green Nine Tang Return-to-Dust Cannon annihilated everything that approached it, grinding it into dust. Meanwhile, Ye Lingling continued pouring Soul Power into the Return-to-Dust Cannon from behind it.
The basketball-sized Return-to-Dust Cannon swiftly crossed fifty meters and slammed directly into the waterfall.
The rushing waterfall was blasted apart, opening up an empty section, while the Return-to-Dust Cannon continued onward toward the stone wall