The instant the blade light flashed, Zhou An's expression remained calm.
If this little bastard had not shown himself, Zhou An might not have been able to find him.
But now that he had appeared, everything was simple and clear.
Something strange?
A minor problem.
Just chop him down.
When that comedic aunt had appeared before, Zhou An had minced her into filling bit by bit.
Since this little bastard dared to jump out, there was only one path left for him: death.
Sheets of blade light appeared. Under Zhou An's effortless, perfectly controlled command, they avoided Yu Hang and formed a straight line that bored toward the strange boy's brow.
This blade light was far more terrifying than the ones before.
With Zhou An's current strength, coupled with the Level Four Butchering Ox Skill, he was already stronger than Chef Liu had been.
In the past, once his blade light was slashed out, that was that. But now, it was different.
Originally crescent-shaped, it was forcibly pulled straight as it neared its target, becoming a straight white line.
"Cold... It's so cold in the water..."
The strange boy muttered, his bloated body and deathly pale skin giving off an eerie, horrifying feeling.
He suddenly released his grip and fell backward, trying to evade the white line.
The white blade light missed him, but astonishingly curved in midair and continued pursuing the strange boy.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out.
The strange boy transformed into a stream of foul, stinking water and shot toward the riverbank.
He was extremely fast, reaching the shore in the blink of an eye.
But Zhou An was faster.
Using the Soaring Dragon Steps, he flashed to the riverbank in just a few strides.
Zhou An raised his blade and slashed at the foul, stinking