A dazzling White Tiger Mark, shaped like a winged tiger, coalesced in mid-air. Woven from gold and white, it radiated a terrifying aura of peerless sharpness and overwhelming slaughter.
The White Tiger Mark descended from the sky like a Divine Mountain, crashing down to suppress Elder Liu.
Elder Liu's eyes nearly split from their sockets as he raised his saber to meet the blow head-on.
"CLANG—!!!"
A metallic clang reverberated in all directions.
The Treasure Saber in Elder Liu's hand, painstakingly forged and refined, was struck by the mark and bent like a bow. The web of his thumb and forefinger tore open completely, dripping with blood.
He plummeted like a meteor, smashing brutally into the river and kicking up a colossal wave.
Giving the man no chance to recover, Chen Sheng followed close behind, leaping into the churning waves.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!"
Beneath the river's surface, a series of muffled, thunder-like collisions erupted.
