The water ball spun wildly, swelling as it flew. Feng Xingyun thrust his saber into it, concentrating his internal power at the tip and unleashing it the instant the blade pierced the water. He had expected his power to shatter the ball into mist and disperse it without a trace. To his astonishment, however, his internal power failed to detonate it, vanishing instead like a stone sinking into the sea. Worse still, the force of the ball's furious rotation nearly wrenched the long saber from his hand.
Hu Xiaotian had now regained his footing completely. In sheer internal power, few people alive could rival him. Yet he was like a useless fool sitting on a mountain of gold who did not even know how to squander it. In the past, he had focused only on external sword qi, but his progress had been slow. Only during that life-and-death struggle had inspiration struck, making him realize that the Void Art could draw external objects together.
A cold smile curled Hu Xiaotian's lips. I may not know how to spend this mountain of gold, but I can still pick up gold bricks and bash you to death! Spending money could be simple and brutal, and so could using internal power.
Feng Xingyun had no choice but to turn sideways and dodge the water ball.
At that moment, Hu Xiaotian once again gathered the rain into a sword blade. Rather than a long sword, what he held looked more like a long spear: the blade formed from rainwater had reached an astonishing thirty feet. With a flick of his arm, he unleashed the Spirit Snake Nine Swords in an unbroken torrent, like the surging waters of a mighty river.
When Hu Xiaotian had wielded his flexible sword, his inability to project sword qi