Dawn broke, and a purple haze crept in from the east.
Standing at the bow of the ship all night, Yang Ge opened his eyes, leapt upright, and turned to face the surging river.
"Bring me my saber!"
He called out loudly.
Fang Ke, who had been guarding him all night, heard the call, drew the Silver-Inlaid Ox-Tail Saber from his waist, and threw it with all his might toward Yang Ge, who was mid-air.
Yang Ge reached out and grabbed the saber, switched from one hand to both hands, lifted it high, and took a deep breath...
The next second, he surged to the apex of his leap, his body beginning to fall.
Using the momentum of his descent, he swung his saber down fiercely, roaring with a flushed face and bulging neck, "Break!"
As the saber fell, a snow-white saber Qi exploded from the blade, about twelve meters long and two meters wide, like the magnificent wings of a Kun Peng, capable of traversing three thousand miles when it struck the water!
"Boom!"
