Chen Fu slowly raised his hand.
The waterfall seemed to freeze for a moment as a bead of water turned into a water sword and shot out.
Then, Chen Fu pushed his hand out.
Swoosh!
The waterfall began to flow backward, forming water awls that hung upside down and pierced straight into the nine heavens.
Then, the water sword tore through the void toward Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou could feel the power of force unique to Saints. It was indeed far superior to that of a Venerable Master. Nevertheless, this move of the Great Saint was not very remarkable; it was just returning to the basics and relying on the power of the Dao.
Lu Zhou cast the power of sight and saw the water sword. If it were not for his divine power, he would not have been able to see the water sword at all. Everything seemed to slow down as he moved slightly to the side to dodge the water sword.
The water sword flew past Lu Zhou and circled back to him.
