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As they chased and fled, the two arrived at a river several zhang wide on the outskirts of the mountain village.

The water lay calm, flowing with a gentle murmur. Beneath the sunlight, its ripples shimmered with scattered flecks of silvery light.

Lush aquatic grass grew along both banks, where several black-feathered ducks played in the water in a little flock.

At the sight of the river, the white-clad man's heart, which had already been sinking into despair, suddenly surged back to life. Overjoyed, he felt that a path to survival lay right before his eyes.

He spread his arms and leaped like a swallow, streaking across the sky and startling the birds by the river into circling flight.

Yet once he reached the water's surface, he stopped. Turning to face Meng Zhao, who was soaring toward him in the form of a purple dragon, he sneered and reached toward the river with one hand. An overwhelming suction force erupted, churning the clear waters. Mud and sand from the riverbed burst up like a volcanic eruption, spreading through the water and forming a huge vortex. It spat out a water column several meters wide, which crashed down before the white-clad man.

Then, with a gentle lift and push of both hands, using deft force and pouring in true qi, he transformed it into a raging wave that surged toward Meng Zhao.

The white-clad man did not stop. Showing no concern for the depletion of his true qi, he repeatedly grasped and drew in. Dozens of vortices, large and small, appeared across the river's once placid surface.

Masses of river water were controlled and drawn along by him, their waves shifting through countless forms. Some became a curtain of rain that blotted out the sky and covered the sun; some took