Carving Flesh to Offer the Pearl

Zhuang Gaoxian's words were pretty, but he didn't believe Song Hengjiang would truly dare attack him.

It was true that Song Hengjiang had once stood at the peak of the Divine Presence Realm, just a step away from True Insight. But back then, he had suffered irreversible injuries, and his Golden Body and Jade Marrow had been shattered. All these years, his greatest effort had probably gone into stabilizing his cultivation and slowing the decline of his strength.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Gaoxian had just slain a True Person as a True Person. He was at the height of his power.

One waned as the other waxed. The gap was obvious.

Could the Qing River Water Lord really be this savage and reckless?

Hundreds of years had passed. He was long since ailing and decrepit, long since at the age when he should have accepted his lot. Could he still be so recklessly bold?

How could Song Hengjiang dare?

He really dared!

And he really could!

In that instant, the mighty eight-hundred-li Qing River seemed to gather entirely into his fist.

At that moment, Zhuang Gaoxian felt it deeply.

Every drop of water and every inch of space here bore Song Hengjiang's mark.

After protecting these waters for hundreds of years, he was the Qing River, and the Qing River was Song Hengjiang.

The so-called lord of the mountains and rivers of Zhuang Territory had never truly possessed the Qing River! Neither Zhuang Chenggan nor Zhuang Gaoxian had!

Zhuang Gaoxian had to admit that the punch thrown by this ailing old man had made even someone like him feel pressure. But it was only pressure.

Song Hengjiang's fist swung past, and simply "passed by."

It had already "passed by" Zhuang Gaoxian without stirring so much as a ripple.

Zhuang Gaoxian stood there