The woman laughed angrily: "So it's yours just because you've arrived here? What a brazen theory, like that of a bandit, and yet you can say it unabashedly."
"..."
"If I insist on leaving, what can you do? Are you planning to forcibly keep me here with your cultivation at Nirvana Eighth Layer?"
As the woman's words fell, the Cyan Pheasant Immortal Sword's blade suddenly trembled.
The surging Sword Intent seeped into the Immortal Sword like flowing water, instantly shattering the Star Locks that had previously sealed the area around the Immortal Sword.
Yet the next second, the ocean below began to surge, and a massive arm formed by boundless seawater reached straight upwards, its size so gigantic that it seemed to grasp not just a three-foot cyan peak but an island atop the celestial dome, or even the moon in the sky.
"Chen Zhixing, are you really going to fight me?"
"Condense!"
"Do you really think I won't dare to strike you down?"
"Chuan!"
"Do you dare!"
