Luo River.
Beneath the water's surface.
Clang—
Clang—
Clang—
Three sharp, urgent sounds suddenly rang out underwater.
Liu Qingsong had also completely opened a distance of over ten feet from Jiang Ning.
Then, his right hand reached toward his waist.
Swish—
A flexible sword was instantly drawn from his waist.
With a flick of his wrist, the flexible sword in his hand snapped taut into a straight line.
Only then did Liu Qingsong let out a long breath, finally finding the leisure to examine Jiang Ning.
At the same time.
Under the scouring of Jiang Ning's qi and blood, his numb right arm finally returned to normal.
Is this what Martial Dao seventh rank is like?
What terrifying explosive power!
He secretly marveled inwardly. Just a few iron beads could be flicked with enough force to numb my arm—and that was underwater, where the flowing water softened the impact. If this were on land, it would certainly be even more terrifying!
At that thought, he felt even more strongly that luring Liu Qingsong into the lake had been a wise decision.
On land, facing a Martial Dao seventh-rank expert like this head-on would have been incomparably dangerous.
But underwater was different.
A mere Martial Dao seventh-rank expert could not defeat him as long as they were in the water.
Jiang Ning was full of confidence in this.
The Water-Control Divine Ability had given him sufficient confidence.
At that moment, Liu Qingsong first carefully examined Jiang Ning, then swept his gaze over the two corpses nearby.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression calm as still water.
Yet compared to his outward calm, stormy waves were raging in his heart.
In that critical moment just now, he had not held back in the slightest.
He had flicked his fingers four times in