Under the watchful eyes, Lang Shiba flew out from the official vessel, hands forming in front of him mid-air, and suddenly drew his sword!
A stream of bright silver, like moonlight, flowed from the scabbard.
Lang Shiba held a sharply curved saber, his black hair wildly dancing in the wind. He let out a low roar, emitting a lion's bellow.
He swiped the saber horizontally!
"Boom!!"
In an instant, the towering water wall, under this single slash, violently broke and collapsed, as if the withered yellow grass of the Northern deep winter had been neatly cut down.
"Ah!" Amidst the cries of men and women on the warship, Lang Shiba tore through the water wall with one strike, slashing directly through the air with a single-handed grip on his curved saber.
With a gentle slash!
Suddenly, a fierce aura enveloped the curved saber, extending three zhang of crimson sword energy!
