The sword-light flew across, and the blade glowed in all directions. In midair, there were waves one moment and water sprays the next, with strange phenomena happening one after another.
The techniques of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion leaned toward magic, so their weapons were unrestricted, with all sorts being used. However, regardless of the weapon, most were related to water, embodying the essence of change within consistency.
Lu Mingshu sneered, standing atop a stone pillar, unmoving. With a wave of her cuff, her sword-light unexpectedly divided, spreading out in large patterns.
On the land bridge, gasps arose repeatedly as the innumerable sword-lights dispersed, roamed, and gathered in midair, like so many fireworks blooming under the night sky.
This scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
In the corner, Xue Yi held her breath. When Lu Mingshu brought out the secret methods, her heart raced, wondering if she had a chance to obtain them as well. But now, she thought differently.