Seven days passed.
Under the pavilion at Cuiyun Residence.
Ling Chen remained quietly seated there, as still as a statue, not moving an inch.
A gentle breeze swept across the lake, causing Ling Chen's clothes to flutter. As the wind passed, his eyes suddenly opened, and a crimson light emerged abruptly.
A wave of intense heat also abruptly surged forth.
Swoosh!
Ling Chen stood up from the ground, and the Red Sky Sword at his waist simultaneously drew out, slashing toward the lake.
Chi chi chi chi chi!
The scorching sword qi surged forth, rapidly writhing and transforming, coalescing into a circular pattern.
Beneath it, the lake water began to boil fiercely, as if it was being brought to a boil.
The circular sword qi region was about ten zhang in diameter, but it only existed for an instant before suddenly contracting, annihilating everything within the area, crushing it into nothingness.
Bang!
