The storm was raging, with waves flying high.
A bronze coffin filled with a sense of vicissitude floated in the midst of a thousand-zhang-high curtain of water, steady as a rock, impervious to the wind's blow and the rain's lash, safe and sound.
"Okay, enough! Stop it!" Qi Baiyu gasped as he put down his weapon. "This bronze coffin is too tough; even if we exhaust ourselves to death, we won't be able to destroy it."
"Then what do we do?" Li Xiangdong asked urgently.
"You ask me, but who should I ask?" Qi Baiyu said, annoyed. "This is my first time facing such a situation."
"Gao Fei! If you have the guts, come out! What's the point of hiding in the coffin!" Li Xiangdong bellowed at the top of his lungs, not caring whether Gao Fei could hear him or not. "You bastard! Turtle head shrinker! Son of a bitch! Come out! Come out! If you're a man, face me one-on-one!"
"I'm not coming out. What are you going to do about it?" A cold laugh came from inside the bronze coffin.
