Breaking the Sea

The Demon Suppressing Blade Casket on his back rang without cease. Within it, the Que Xie Blade's intent surged fiercely, long unable to restrain itself, eager to fight shoulder to shoulder with its master. The divine weapon's spirituality was astonishing.

Yet Xiang Yang merely stood with his hands hanging at his sides in the middle of the undulating river, raising his head to look at the white-robed youth, Chu Canglan. His gaze was like lightning, carrying a resolute force that shook hearts as he demanded the third move. By the look of it, he had no intention of drawing upon the divine weapon's power.

Rong Xi and the others all understood that Xiang Yang intended to fight Chu Canglan with nothing but his own pure strength, to determine victory and defeat. His bearing was supremely bold; he truly deserved to be called one of Yongzhou's rising heroes.

Only Ghost Hand Dragon Mother shook her head and sighed softly. Still young and hot-blooded. In truth, a divine weapon was also a manifestation of one's own strength. Without the talent and ability, how could one communicate with a divine weapon's spirituality?

"Good. Xiang Yang of Yongzhou, remember this: the one who kills you will be Chu Canglan of the Great Snow Ridge of the Far East. On this day every year, I will offer you a cup of clear wine from afar."

Chu Canglan spoke calmly yet solemnly. Suddenly, he spread his arms, turned his palms outward, and slowly traced circles before himself—large circles and small circles, great rounds and little rounds. Layer upon layer of afterimages appeared; point after point unfurled, point after point collapsed, carrying a suffocating oppression that made hearts tremble.

Ordinary people could not see it, but all the Xiantian Experts could sense it. Between Chu Canglan's hands,