As the sound signaling the end of the battle dispersed, Xia Liu spread his palms wide, letting all the energy within him pour out.
In an instant, a murky haze shrouded Heaven and Earth, the ocean surged violently, tidal waves roared, and everything around became chaotic.
After a minute, a brilliant sun broke through the dark clouds, its radiance shining down on Xia Liu.
Holy Brilliance enveloped him, and the Flowing Fire Sword flew back, spiraling above his head.
Guo Po, Guo Xiao, and Guo Shi surfaced one after another.
Their faces were shadowed with gloom, pale as sheets, clearly shaken by the terrifying scene, their very souls trembling.
The Martial Artists on the shore were utterly breathless.
They stared fixedly at the upheaval of Heaven and Earth, then at the surrounding calm that followed, as if they had entered an Illusory Realm.
It seemed as though an earthshaking battle had erupted.
Yet it also seemed as though nothing had happened at all.
