Impersonation

Bian Chunchou's face had turned crimson, but he no longer noticed. His hands flew, one drawing talismans while the other guided the spiritual energy within him. Water and fire, two things that could not coexist, seemed to become two obedient children in his hands. They still fought, but the force of their clashes was directed outward.

It was astonishing beyond belief!

A Fire-Water Spiritual Root—wasn't that... a Waste Spiritual Root?

More and more eyes gathered on him. Below, Chen Zui and Wen Xu had less and less room to move. The water prison was shrinking rapidly; before long, they would be completely submerged. Saving themselves then would be ten or a hundred times harder.

Chen Zui looked up at where Bian Chunchou had disappeared. "Can he really do it?"

Wen Xu wasn't sure either. Chunchou had told him about many remarkable uses for a Fire-Water Spiritual Root, but none had yet become reality. Chunchou seemed to lack confidence in himself—or perhaps all those rumors had been too loud. Chunchou deserved to be seen for what he could do.

And his Spiritual Root's suitability wasn't Wen Xu's only consideration. The spiritual power his master had imprinted on him still hadn't activated. That meant the water prison posed no mortal danger. So—

"He can. I believe in him."

Chen Zui nodded. "Then I believe in him too."

Perhaps he felt the sincere trust of his two friends. At that moment, Bian Chunchou surpassed his usual limits in both ability and luck. As he looked at the vast, overheated ball of water before him, wrapped in fire spiritual energy and blotting out the sky, he thought—

It all comes down to this! Wen Xu-Xu, watch over us!

Of course, that was too embarrassing to say aloud. He only dared roar it in his