"All right." Xu Ziyan nodded.
Whatever else might be said, she had great confidence in Xu Taiping's strength as a martial artist. After all, he had once relied on that strength to pummel Ye Xuan of the Nether Gazing Realm until his Dao Heart nearly crumbled.
Then Xu Ziyan glanced back at her fourth junior sister, Nangong Hui, and said:
"Junior Sister, keep going."
"Yes."
Standing at the stern, Nangong Hui nodded at her words and swept her broad sleeve.
A gust of wind flew from her sleeve, pushing the little boat swiftly toward the entrance to the water stronghold.
"Oh? They actually dare come back. Interesting."
Huang Que, who had been rather bored, saw that the group he had just defeated actually dared approach again, and the corners of his mouth immediately lifted.
"Xiaohei, sweep everyone on that boat into the water."
He spoke to Dahei Bear.
"All right."
Dahei Bear nodded, his voice deep, and once again raised the thick log in his hands.
Once he confirmed that the boat was within reach, he abruptly exerted his thick arms and swept the massive log he held across the lake with a boom.
Seeing this, the cultivators aboard many of the boats looked on sympathetically, thinking that everyone aboard that boat was most likely in for trouble.
"Bang!"
Just as before, a tremendous crash spread across the water.
The thick log in Dahei Bear's hands slammed into the black-canopied boat.
But to everyone's surprise, although the boat shook violently and even the water beneath it sank inward, not a single person aboard fell into the water.
The thick log remained motionless, as though it had become wedged against the boat.
Everyone peered closely toward the bow, then discovered that the log was not wedged at all. The young man