Su Shi'er's voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet every sentence, every word, made the killing intent around him multiply.
"Hm?"
Hearing Su Shi'er's voice ring out, alarm bells blared in Mu Yunsong's heart.
He badly wanted to say, was this fellow before him merely putting on an empty show?
But when he thought of the information concerning the man before him, his instincts told him that things were absolutely not that simple.
"Damn it, where exactly is the problem?
"He's only at the early Tribulation Crossing stage. Could he truly be able to defeat this old man?
"But even if his strength is extraordinary, winning shouldn't be this easy."
Mu Yunsong muttered to himself in silence, his brows tightly furrowed, a thousand thoughts churning through his mind.
Only, no matter how he pondered it, he still could not understand what on earth was going on.
Since he could not figure it out, Mu Yunsong simply stopped thinking about it.
At once, he sank his qi into his dantian and pushed his cultivation body to its limit.
"A drop in the ocean—All Rivers Run into the Sea!"
His proud shout rang out, and the hand seals in Mu Yunsong's hands changed rapidly.
In an instant, the sound of water currents roared without end all around.
Countless streams of water emerged, forming the scene of All Rivers Run into the Sea around Mu Yunsong.
Boundless seawater surged and churned, and beneath the surface were dense, innumerable, endless Sword Qi.
Each strand of Sword Qi was like a volcano that might erupt at any moment.
The terrifying momentum contained within was even harder to look straight at.
It seemed that with a single glance, what one faced was not merely a boundless sea, but an endless abyss whose depths could not be