"Swish!"
Han Shan's sword was almost invisible, and in an instant, the Sword Qi had sliced across the entire land below.
This sword stroke, as casually as a light brushstroke in a painting, yet deeply profound.
"Crack..."
The sound of splitting rock came, and the Rouge River was divided in two.
The surrounding ruins, likewise, were instantly separated to both sides by this long, abyss-like rift.
The sword scar resembled a small canyon.
The divided building ruins neatly exposed several cross-sectional views, teetering on the edge of the cliff.
And the water in the Rouge River couldn't help but fill into this fissure.
Originally spanning Flower Street, the Rouge River thus gained two tributaries, becoming a peculiar cross-shaped river.
Han Shan was blind, unable to see this scene.
Yet his expression turned solemn.
Because Chen Kuang remained in the river.
He neither dodged nor avoided!
However, at this moment, a gap appeared briefly in the center of the river.
