As the sword thrust down, a dull thud sounded. A dense, spiderweb-like network of cracks spread in all directions as a dazzling, silver-white light shone out from the fissures. Instantly, the light illuminated the dark pool bottom, and a silver beam shot upward, forming a pillar of light.
Seeing this, the woman's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What is that boy doing in there? Why is this happening?"
Down at the bottom of the Thunder Pool, a dazzling silver radiance shot toward the sky, so bright that Long Chen could barely keep his eyes open.
Before he could react, an immense force erupted from the pool floor. Though Long Chen had braced himself, he could not withstand the impact. He was sent flying, slamming heavily onto the bottom of the pool. The qi and blood in his body roiled, and he could not help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
