BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The spacious stone chamber was filled with such dense Water Qi that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Within this thick mist, Zhaang Ye slashed out again and again. The fierce wind from his blade flew about the stone chamber, carving one line after another into the ground.
"The sea accepts a hundred rivers; true greatness lies in tolerance!"
Xuli Qiqi let out a soft cry. With a slight turn of her hands, the endless Water Qi transformed into a ceaselessly spinning sphere. The ball rotated at high speed, faintly emitting a thunderous sound. It looked fragile, but no matter how fierce the Sword Qi Zhaang Ye unleashed was, the water sphere was always able to swallow it whole.
"Excellent!"
Zhaang Ye couldn't help but shout his approval.
