The Bloodline Dream.
Le Yao Island.
A night breeze rustled, and the water rippled gently.
This stretch of ocean was calm and still. Not a single fish or shrimp came near, and the silence was unsettling.
This oceanic region was a necessary part of the journey back to the Qingliu Sect.
RUMBLE...
Suddenly, flashes of lightning and gale-force winds appeared in the sky, shattering the ocean's tranquility.
In an instant, waves surged and swelled, with water surging hundreds of feet into the air.
Under the chaotic night sky, two figures were locked in a fierce battle.
One, wielding a Cold Sword, was tall and slender. His sword techniques were formidable, constantly unleashing bursts of Thunder Carp and Fire Eagles. This was Fang Yang.
