Lin Feng took a deep breath, raised both palms before his chest, and gathered all the Internal Energy in his body.
Then he turned his hands over, palms facing down, and slowly pressed both hands downward, as though pushing against something tangible.
As his palms descended, Lin Feng's trousers fluttered despite the absence of wind.
A burst of wind pressure erupted from his legs, flattening the surrounding weeds and sending dust flying.
Lin Feng had pushed Thousand Mile Divine Movement to its limit.
Then Lin Feng shot forward, racing toward the great river ahead.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Every step Lin Feng took upon the river's surface sent ripples splashing outward.
Lin Feng ran across the water as easily as if he were on flat ground. Every ripple bloomed like a lotus flower; truly, lotuses blossomed beneath every step.
But to the Horse Bandits in the water, what lotuses blooming beneath every step? These were the footsteps of death drawing near.
One horse bandit had been underwater too long and had only just surfaced when Lin Feng ran past and cut off his head with one stroke.
Even as his head flew through the air, the man could not believe he had been beheaded, disbelief still in his eyes.
Lin Feng's water-skimming Lightness Skill terrified those who had fled into the river, leaving their livers and gallbladders shattered with fear.
"Good heavens, he can run on water!"
"We're done for!"
"My life is over!"
Had they known Lin Feng possessed such a move, they never would have chosen to flee into the river.
They had truly spun a cocoon around themselves.
As Lin Feng passed a horse bandit who had dived beneath the water, the Crimson Gold Glaze in his hand rang with a ding as it shot into the river.