Misty Wave Lake, atop Listening to Rain Tower.
Xie Renfeng leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance. He saw the Sow Dragon burst from the lakebed, raising waves that towered into the sky. Even from so far away, the clash between two Martial Upper Three Realms experts sent the surging force trembling through his liver and gallbladder. If he had been caught within it, he thought, there would have been nothing for him but to stretch out his neck and await slaughter.
A trace of a smile had just appeared on his lips when it suddenly froze.
Scarlet flames suddenly soared from within the painted boat. A Glazed Buddha Hand reached out from the fire and forcibly slammed the Sow Dragon back into the lake. The Sea Gazing giant, at the Eighth Martial Dao Realm, had missed with one strike. Before he could change his move, crimson flames rose again.
As the waves scattered, Xie Guan stood at the bow as though he had never moved. His sword remained sheathed, and his green robes were as pristine as ever.
The boat sailed straight toward the center of the lake.
Crack—
The sandalwood railing in Chen Mu's hand snapped into two pieces.
"Sky-Hooking Old Man is dead?"
Chen Mu's voice was no longer composed, filled instead with incredulous fury. "What kind of demonic art is this?!"
He could no longer maintain the leisurely air of someone watching a show.
One had to understand: in Bianjing City, how precious was a Primordial Spirit cultivator who had ignited Divine Fire?
Much less one who had been raised for years as a retainer, after the manor had poured mountains of resources into him.
The most shaken of all was Xie Renfeng. He had thought Xie Guan was merely a little stronger in