In the white misty Sword power stream, faintly visible lotuses had been hovering and flying. Water Lotus was a truly an elite disciple, carefully cultivated by Priest Hua and Priest Mu for recruiting believers all over the world. Every single move of his could be counted as perfect. Besides, not to mention the effects delivered by Water Lotus’s moves, only for the beautiful light and shadows he created, Ji Hao wanted to give him full marks.
It was all white and misty, with a pure, flawless power, reminding people of their mothers’ arms, their lovers’ kisses. This magical stream of sword power streams struck on the bare chest of Heng Xing.
Clang! The sword power stream dissipated, showing a white flying sword that seemed to be formed by tens of lotus petals. The sword tip pointed at Heng Xing’s chest, which was thickly covered in faintly visible scales. It sent out fire sparkles from time to time, but failed to harm even his skin.