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Luo Baihao's robe billowed in the heavy rain, his imposing 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 that circled around the water column tornado, enhancing his might.
"It seems your other half of power can no longer be summoned," Jiang Chen remarked with a playful smile, then a streak of sword light cut across the sky.
In the darkness, amidst the heavy rain, a brilliant beam 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 astonished before a massive wave swept toward them, nearly capsizing their boat. Once everything settled and calm returned, it was as if nothing had happened. Yet ten miles away, residents and tourists in Fenglin City believed there had been an earthquake. They hurried outside in panic, frightened out of their wits. After waiting for a while without aftershocks, they dared not sleep but took shelter under eaves to avoid the rain, ready to flee quickly if another tremor 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, Jiang Chen had returned from Qinling to Shanghai and spent some time refining it further, enhancing its quality before storing it in his Storage Jade Gourd.
Today he had tested it against the leader of the Holy Witch Cult and was not disappointed.
Standing with his hands clasped 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 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 still have been unable to withstand Jiang Chen's strike.
Luo Baihao indeed possessed remarkable abilities equivalent to those in the Martial Arts Divine Realm—perhaps even surpassing many—but compared to figures like the Island Nation's Red Void Deity or the Grand Ancestor of the British Blood Clan, he was far outmatched. Opposing Jiang Chen was tantamount to seeking death.
For an Earthling to reach Luo Baihao's level was impressive; however, this Luo Baihao was beyond redemption and warranted execution.
On the boat, Liao Yangmai and others regained their footing amidst the heavy rain and peered into the darkness that still enveloped them.
"What just happened? Was that light a flash of lightning?" someone asked.
"It wasn't lightning; it was sword energy," Ye Xiaoying spoke up, his tone filled with shock. He finally understood why Jiang Chen regarded the Sword Manual left by the sword immortal with such indifference—Jiang Chen's mastery of swordsmanship could only be described as that of a contemporary sword immortal.
Sword energy?
The crowd gasped in disbelief, their eyes wide as they stared into the night.
"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—and nothing will happen to him," Shi Tao Di added, though his voice trembled slightly with evident anxiety.
Even in darkness, the might of that earlier sword energy had left everyone shaken.
"Look! It's Mr. Jiang returning!" Suddenly, someone with keen eyes shouted loudly.
In the night rain, Jiang Chen walked gracefully through the air and returned effortlessly. Finally, under everyone's gaze, he landed on the deck.
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