Li Chengqian walked on waves, remarkably accumulating a breath of True Qi to transverse over ten zhang on the broad water's surface, a testament to the profound intricacy of his Inner Strength, truly astonishing and outrageous.
With just this flowing Body Technique, he could squeeze into the ranks of elite fighters in the Martial World.
"Hahaha, my Handsome Yama's boat isn't one anyone can just get on," Lu Chengfeng said with a smile, "Wanqing, you step back. I'll handle him."
Before the words finished, he surprisingly soared into the air, drawing a two-foot-long short sword from his sleeve, swift as lightning, fierce as thunder, instantly charging towards the enemy.
Bang!
Li Chengqian's palms shimmered with densely packed Gang Qi, unleashing the Wind and Thunder Thunderbolt Palm, causing sparks to flash in the dark night.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The collision of Lu Chengfeng's sword and the bare palm emitted the sound of metal clashing, sparks flying like iron being forged.
