In a breathtaking instant, the Flying Sword grazed the woman's scalp and plunged into the water.
Had the Sword Cultivator grown soft-hearted at the last moment?
But this was only an illusion!
As the Flying Sword entered the water, it veered sharply, pierced through the boat's hull, and stabbed the infant beneath the woman; at that very instant, the woman was suddenly flung high into the air, followed by a streak of red light skipping across the sea and vanishing.
It was that very infant.
Hou Niao had been prepared all along. As the Flying Sword broke through the water, he dove down simultaneously, blocking the path of the red light with his Longsword, ready to strike down in the open air.
The collision between the red light and the Longsword emitted a metallic explosion, ringing like the clash of iron and gold. Where could it turn to now?
