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Luo Baihao's robes billowed in the heavy rain, his formidable presence forcing the surrounding downpour to retreat. With a casual wave of his hand, the river surged like a tornado, rising dozens of feet high and spanning ten meters in diameter.
"Heh, dealing with you requires only half of my power," Luo Baihao sneered, as the rain coalesced into water swords swirling around the water column, enhancing his might.
"It seems your other half of power can no longer be summoned," Jiang Chen remarked with a playful smile, then a beam of sword light sliced through the sky.
In the darkness, amidst the heavy rain, a brilliant light shot up into the heavens before crashing down with a thunderous roar. The ground trembled, and the river churned violently.
Liao Yangmai and the others barely had time to be shocked before a massive wave swept toward them, nearly capsizing their boat. Once everything settled and calm returned to the night, it was as if nothing had happened. However, ten miles away, residents and tourists in Fenglin City believed there had been an earthquake. They rushed outside in panic, frightened out of their wits. After waiting for a while and realizing there were no aftershocks, they dared not sleep but instead sheltered under eaves from the rain, ready to flee if another quake struck.
Above the dark waters of the Tuojiang River, Jiang Chen had already sheathed Zong Yun Jian. This sword was a "sword of immortality" left behind by a sword immortal. Recently returned from Qinling to Shanghai, Jiang Chen had spent some time refining its spirit, further enhancing its quality before storing it in his Storage Jade Gourd.
Today he tested this sword against the leader of the Holy Witch Cult and was not disappointed.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Jiang Chen gazed at a mountain peak cleaved in two by his sword energy, revealing a look of satisfaction.
As for Luo Baihao, the Saint Witch Sect Leader, he had been reduced to blood mist beneath the sword energy and vanished along with the rushing waters of the Tuojiang.
At the moment of his death, Luo Baihao likely had no idea what kind of existence he had provoked. Even if he had used ten times his power, he would not have been able to withstand Jiang Chen's strike.
Luo Baihao indeed possessed remarkable abilities equivalent to those in the Martial Arts Divine Realm—perhaps even surpassing ordinary practitioners in that realm—but compared to figures like the Island Nation's Red Void Deity or the Grand Ancestor of the British Blood Clan, he was vastly outmatched. Opposing Jiang Chen was tantamount to seeking death.
It was somewhat regrettable that someone like Luo Baihao could cultivate to such heights on Earth; however, his crimes were unforgivable—he had to be eliminated.
On the boat, Liao Yangmai and others regained their footing and peered into the heavy rain; it remained pitch black.
"What just happened? Was that light lightning?" someone asked.
"It wasn't lightning; it was sword energy," Ye Xiaoying replied, his tone filled with shock. He finally understood why Jiang Chen dismissed the Sword Manual left by the sword immortal—Jiang Chen's mastery of swordsmanship could be likened to that of a contemporary sword immortal.
Sword energy?
The crowd gasped in disbelief, their eyes wide as they stared into the darkness.
"A mere sword energy can't harm our leader," Zou Konghu said with feigned calmness.
"Elder Zou is right; our leader is immensely powerful—like an immortal being—nothing will happen," Shi Tao Di added, though his voice trembled slightly with evident anxiety.
Even in darkness, the might of that earlier sword energy still left everyone shaken.
"Look! It's Mr. Jiang returning!" Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes shouted loudly.
In the night rain, Jiang Chen walked gracefully through the air and eventually landed on the deck under everyone's watchful gaze.
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