An ethereal sound rang in Lin Tian's ears, like surging waves.
Endless waves appeared beside Red Pine Master, churning as icy cold spilled from them.
He was the Rain Master personally appointed by the Flame Emperor, and had once governed all the waters under heaven in the final years of the Primordial World.
This water was a true water he had spent countless years painstakingly refining.
Its nature was gentle; it was the water of supreme goodness.
Yet it was also the most mercurial of waters.
A single drop could imitate every manner of Dao Arts in the world. No matter how one transformed, one could never escape its countering power.
Facing the Sword Qi descending from every direction, he pointed a finger. Water arrows shot out of the great river surrounding him, instantly turning frigid to oppose the Solar True Flame.
Clang! Clang!
Hiss! Hiss!
Metallic clashes and the hissing of mingling water and fire sounded at once.
Lin Tian's Sword Qi could not reach him.
A faint mist appeared before them, formed by the evaporation of the true water.
Lin Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.
As expected of an ancient Golden Immortal. He had a few tricks.
If Sword Qi wouldn't work, what about close combat?
He took a light step, and golden light suddenly appeared behind him. Two pairs of golden wings emerged, radiating brilliant rays.
As the wings spread, the space around him blurred for an instant, and he appeared beside Red Pine Master like a phantom.
The Demon Emperor Sword thrust out instantly at an exceptionally devious angle.
"The Way of Space!"
Even Red Pine Master was slightly startled. He drew a sword-breaker with a backhand motion and caught the Demon Emperor Sword.
The sword-breaker bore the aura of wind and rain. It was a