The turbulent waves crashed against the shore, and the sea stretched vast and boundless.
This punch summoned all the deep-blue seawater.
The seawater in the empty valley began to churn madly before gathering toward the black crystal in the Sea of Heart.
Baptized by that seawater, the black crystal turned deep purple, and its spinning grew even more violent and ferocious.
Li Mu Yang threw a punch.
He poured every ounce of his strength into it.
A tiny dragon surged skyward from his fist and blasted toward Mu Yubai.
At the same time, Mu Yubai also struck with his sword.
Using his left hand as a sword.
There was no thunder in this strike, no Sword Qi running rampant.
No winds rising or clouds roiling, no earth-shaking boom.
It was a simple sword strike, a quiet sword strike.
It was like the most ordinary strike swung by the most ordinary swordsman.
The only thing that seemed strange was that when Mu Yubai slashed with his palm, a blue stream of water appeared in the air.
Water had no form, and neither did the sword.
Water had no momentum, and neither did the sword.
Splash, splash.
As the slash came down, water even sprayed in every direction.
It was like a genuine water sword.
This sword was slow—very slow.
So slow that a single century seemed to pass.
And yet it was also very fast—very fast.
As fast as wild wind, driving rain, or a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Crackling and popping.
The flying dragon, wrapped in lightning, blasted toward Mu Yubai. It opened its bloody maw, wanting to swallow his entire body in one bite.
Boom!
Its roar was like thunder, and heaven and earth paled before it.
Mu Yubai's expression remained calm, without joy or sorrow.
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