Forty-nine seven-colored plume feathers soared in the sky, occasionally plunging deeply into the sea, shuttling and twisting incessantly, with many droplets of water shattered time and again.
Jin Lingfeng was surrounded by forty-nine colorful ribbons that howled and circled around her, truly like a fairy weaving rainbows, descending from the heavens to the mortal realm.
Yet her little face was scrunched up in frustration.
"Great Sun Swordsman, where are you?"
"Won't you please come out?"
Below the surface of the sea,
Jiang Ding was completely transparent, with the ripples of water flowing through him. Unbeknownst to Jin Lingfeng and her deadly array of seven-colored feathers, he had already moved over eight hundred meters away and, like the water, continued to distance himself further.
"I told you not to call me the Great Sun Swordsman!"
Jiang Ding cursed inwardly.
