"Qin Wenwu, I told you that you are a relic of the old era. Since you don't believe me, I will show you what the new era truly is!"
Lin Beichen said leisurely, the cyan wood spirit light on his body instantly dissipated. His body, frozen in ice, moved as if unhindered, freely active.
With a light wave of his arm, countless ices instantly melted.
Lin Beichen's palm turned to a greenish hue, and then he gently waved it.
Boom!
In the clear sky, suddenly the thunder roared across the horizon.
The fine drizzle in Jiangnan stopped in mid-air in an instant.
On countless water drops, the Power of Grass and Trees condensed, twisted and transformed into numerous cyan wood lights, which then formed into water swords.
As far as the eye could see, it was endless and innumerable.
All the drizzle and mist in the sky became Lin Beichen's means wherever the eyes could see.
"What kind of move is this?"
Qin Wenwu's face suddenly changed greatly, roaring in anger.
