The lake was a light blue, clear and transparent, with lush vegetation on its banks and pavilions dotting the landscape, creating a picturesque scene.
At this moment, people were everywhere; an unknown number had gathered—men and women, young and old—creating a cacophony.
Wu Ziming strode forward, a cold smile on his face. "Black Boy, you finally dare to show your faces! After hiding for so many days, you couldn't hold back any longer?"
Li Heishui also smiled coldly. "Couldn't hold back? My heart is激动, I came out of seclusion specifically to demand Source from you. Have you brought enough? One hundred thousand jin of Source, is it? If it's less than that, go back where you came from. We won't accept it."
By the lakeside, everyone was dumbfounded. The two confronted each other with full hostility from the very start, their words laced with gunpowder. This Source Technique duel was sure to be intense.
