Dawn broke, and purple qi came from the east.
Yang Ge, who had stood at the bow all night, opened his eyes and leaped into the air, turning to face the surging river.
"Saber!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Fang Ke, who had kept watch over him at the bow all night, drew the Ox-Tail Saber at his waist and hurled it toward the airborne Yang Ge with all his strength.
Yang Ge caught the Ox-Tail Saber, shifted from a one-handed grip to two, raised it high, and drew a deep breath...
The next instant, he reached the apex of his leap and began to fall.
Using the momentum of his descent, he slashed fiercely downward, his face and neck flushed as he roared, "Break!"
The Ox-Tail Saber fell, and a ribbon of snow-white saber qi erupted from its blade, forty feet long and six feet wide. Like the sky-spanning wings of the mighty peng, it would strike the waters for three thousand miles!
"Boom!"
The terrifying saber qi surged upstream, cleaving a vast breach through the river's surface.
In an instant, the great river churned, raising a thousand layers of waves that flooded over its banks.
"Whoosh..."
Waves as tall as the sails crashed down, battering the boats until they nearly capsized. Even a capable martial artist like Fang Ke felt as though he were being tossed amid monstrous seas.
Yang Ge, who had delivered the slash, was also hurled backward seventy or eighty feet by its tremendous recoil before finally landing on the water and steadying himself...
"Thud."
Yang Ge ran across the water and returned to his boat. With a vacant gaze, he casually handed the Ox-Tail Saber to Fang Ke as he approached. "Wrong. It's still wrong!"
He could not say exactly what