The Niu Qian in the mirror image was so anxious he kept stomping his feet, and only then did Feng Yin react, cursing furiously, "Bitch!"
He'd kindly warned the other side that there might be a trick, yet the other treated him like a fool and played him; this was beyond tolerable.
He immediately swooped down and, at the same time, swung out the Sky Splitting Sword in a furious slash. Just now he'd felt the Sky Splitting Sword cost too much to use lightly, but now he once again tore open a spatial rift across the sea's surface.
He tore the sea, and he tore the earth—but what use was it.
In the end, Feng Yin hovered above the raging waves, sword in hand, looking around in all directions, his face full of anger that simply couldn't be vented.
The commotion on the sea was just too great, the churning water far too turbid, and with firelight flickering everywhere, even a ghost couldn't tell which direction Luo Que had fled. He could only keep cursing that bitch over and over.
