Han Shantong's assault was fierce. The moment he struck, the earth shook and the rivers boiled. His long sword nearly illuminated the entire Sishui River.
"This, this..."
As the whole crowd stood stunned, saliva slipped from Song Zhenglun's wide-open mouth, though he didn't notice at all.
Everyone thought Han Shantong had the upper hand. If not for the hundred years of fear inspired by the Sishui River God, the people of Wuliu Town would already have been cheering.
But Han Shantong knew his own situation. The longer they fought, the more alarmed he became. The Crimson Blood Sword, into which he had refined his own Soul and Spirit, was his sharpest trump card. He had thought that once he brought out this treasure, he would easily slay the evil god.
After all, how much power could a demon that dared only to wreak havoc in the Sishui River possibly possess?
To his surprise, the moment his Crimson Blood Sword plunged into the river, an evil force wrapped around it. He could barely keep the sword under control.
The river's boiling waters had not been stirred up by his Crimson Blood Sword at all. They had been caused by the Sishui River evil god.
With a cry, Han Shantong suddenly spat out a mouthful of vital blood. A streak of blood appeared in the air, and the river's waters flashed with a sudden burst of light.
With a tearing hiss, the Crimson Blood Sword shot up from the river and slashed down again, raising a colossal wave more than ten zhang high.
Han Shantong's face was as pale as paper. He rapidly traced Talisman Patterns in the air, and streak after streak of bloody channels appeared, forming a complex Tai Chi symbol.
"Blood Burning Technique!"
Song Zhenglun shouted, astonished beyond words.