Standing beneath the waterfall, Fang Xing could feel even the smallest changes within the stream of water and felt a sense of danger crashing down towards him from above. At that moment, he released a low howl and clenched his teeth tight before activating and rotating all of the Qi inside his body. A pair of illusory golden wings suddenly sprouted from his back and extended up against the waterfall’s current.
Rumblerumble, the thousand-pound stone with more than ten thousand pounds of force fell within almost a blink of an eye, as if dropped from the heavens.
"Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords, cleave!" Fang Xing howled as he moved up against the waterfall. The pair of wings shook as golden sword light began to form, and a closer look would reveal that the wings at his back were formed from numerous golden sword lights. With a mental command, dozens of sword lights thrust out from the wings towards the stone, sending numerous strikes against it.
