With a flap of his wings.
The air briefly became blurred.
Chen Dengming's figure streaked away like a purple aurora, disappearing in the blink of an eye from Longevity Island. Emitting waves of oppressive Spiritual Might, he headed straight for the bustling seas in the distance.
...
"Whoosh!"
A large wave erupted like a shattered iceberg, an overturned pile of snow, rolling and whirling, exploding like muted thunder.
A figure bursting with spiritual power emerged with the wave, grunting as he soared in the sky, his body tumbling repeatedly. It took him a while to stabilize, his expression extremely grim, his eyes gloomy.
It was none other than Du Bolin, the Yongxin Sword Child.
Judging by his currently disheveled state, drenched from head to toe, he was far from his previous imposing look.
The many cultivators who had been floating in mid-air to watch the spectacle were utterly stunned. They had never imagined that the formidable Yongxin Sword Child would suffer such a blow.