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Chapter 351: The Sound of a Thousand Waters Ceasing

  Clap Clap Clap...

  Sudden and intense explosive sounds like frying beans burst forth without warning, starting from the left bank of the river. The snow-white foam exploded at an astonishing speed, spreading rapidly to both ends of the river. When it reached the farthest end, there was another even more violent explosion, and the entire river was blown into countless tiny mist-like white water droplets.

  Zuo Mo's body was immediately engulfed by the exploding water foam.

  The sky is filled with delicate white foam, as if snowflakes are scattered, desolate and beautiful.

  The breathtakingly beautiful scene before their eyes would forever be etched in the minds of the female onlookers, the desolate silence of the void, the snowflakes swirling and dispersing across the sky, everything was so intoxicating.

  Not just the female demons, but also those male demons who only worshipped power were shocked by the scene before their eyes.

  However, they soon broke free from the shock, and the silent Mo Shui Ming Kong was suddenly ignited, a deafening roar instantly drowned out all the demons, the demons couldn't hear anyone else's words, nor could they even hear their own voices clearly, but they were so excited that they couldn't help but spit out a string of words.

  "My god, what did I just see? Who can tell me?"

  "It's too crazy! It's too crazy!"

  "It's impossible, this can't be! This is the water demon art of Senki-sama! The water demon art of Senki-sama......" A male demon hugged his head, staring blankly at the scene, muttering to himself.

  Leng Ke and Xiang Zheng stared blankly at the scene inside, their bodies' strength seemed to have been sucked out, they didn't even have the energy to speak.

  Compared with the shock and incredulity of the male demons, the female demons were all excited and agitated.

  "Oh, so handsome! Who is this guy? I must chase him, too handsome, too charming!" A beautiful female demon's face turned bright red as she spoke incoherently.

  "How beautiful, he must be a romantic demon!" Another female demon was infatuated, her eyes dazed and her face flushed.

  Nan Yue, who was originally excited, was suddenly struck by this sentence and became nervous, her hairs standing on end. Immediately afterwards, she couldn't help but think to herself, if the master were to hear these words, what kind of reaction would he have?

  The thought flashed through her mind, and she suppressed the excitement in her heart, recalling the magic trick that the adult had just performed. She was extremely familiar with small magic tricks, and as long as she saw one, she could definitely quickly point out what kind of small magic trick it was.

  But just now, the light enveloping the palm of the adult is completely different from the small demon's technique she has seen before. Did the adult use a new demon technique?

  This doubt flashed through her mind.

  She shook her head, and her intuition told her that adults were still using little magic tricks. Those strange glows she didn't recognize, but somehow had a few familiar feelings.

  Her pupils suddenly widened as she thought of a possibility.

  If the speed of the little demon's spell is fast enough, breaking through the unconventional barrier...

  The shock brought to the demons by the destruction of Senri's Mizu no Jutsu far exceeded that of the previous fireball being dispersed. Senri-sama was still young when he set down Mōsuimeikū, and as for the male demon from earlier, it was clear at a glance that he wasn't much older either.

  Sen no Rikyu's reputation as a master of the empty and tranquil style was established after that one battle in which he broke out of prison.

  It can be foreseen that whether the young male demon in the arena finally completes the prison-breaking battle or not, this battle is enough to make this mysterious male demon famous throughout the world.

  Previously, everyone thought that Zuo Mo's challenge to the Thousand Flowing Streams' Water Illusion Technique was so arrogant, but now many demons are seriously considering in their hearts just how much of a chance Zuo Mo has.

  A brief strike was enough for them to understand that the mysterious young man in the arena had potential that was not inferior to that of Kōmei Senri.

  This world is truly crazy.

  It only existed in legend, but when it really happened right before one's eyes, the feeling of being in a dreamlike state was so unreal that many demons were momentarily stunned.

  His mouth was bitter and astringent, and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He knew his calculations had fallen through. As for where this strange cousin of Nan Yue would end up in the future, Chi didn't dare to be certain, but the strength he showed at this moment was not inferior to that of Kong Ming Qian Liu in his youth.

  Such a future boundless genius, how can it be recruited by the small Purple Lotus Sect?

  "This weird brother-in-law is not only weird, but also has some skills!" The tree demon praised without a care, as if he had just seen an ordinary match in the mansion.

  The flower demon's whole body flipped over with each flower in unison, as if countless pairs of eyes rolled over in unison.

  The other students on the side couldn't help but scold the tree demon: "Shut up!"

  Before, they thought Zuo Mo's behavior was full of a sense of overestimation. Now, in their hearts, Zuo Mo has risen to the height where they worship him. In their view, even the master of the Purple Lotus Sect may not have the qualifications to evaluate Zuo Mo. What about the Tree Demon? How can he be so arrogant?

  The tree demon swung its branches in surprise: "Don't you guys think so? How strange! It's a bit impressive! Really strange! How can you be even stranger than Strange Uncle..."

  At once, even the other demons who were originally prepared to mock a few words suddenly saw the situation clearly and retreated.

  Arguing with such a jerk is like arguing with oneself who can't find his own place.

  Inside the arena, the fine snow-like foam had not yet dispersed when another series of explosions sounded, and layer upon layer of white waves surged. The attention of all the demons was immediately drawn in, and all that could be heard were the incessant explosions inside the arena, the thick and heavy snow-white foam completely enveloping the entire battlefield, making it impossible for any demon to see Luo's figure clearly.

  But these explosions were enough to prove that Zuo Mo was still in the arena.

  He charged forward with reckless abandon, his eyes blazing red like a wild beast in the midst of a frenzied outburst, and as soon as he spotted the river, he would immediately pounce on it.

  He killed with great enthusiasm, tirelessly searching for the next river, constantly breaking through, becoming more and more skilled, his efficiency greatly increased. Later on, he could even find a breakthrough before the first wave of backlash arrived in those rivers. It was as if solving a problem, although the questions changed endlessly, but as familiarity rose, his thinking became clearer, and he naturally became more and more at ease.

  He didn't have the slightest idea of giving his opponent any face, there was only one thought in his mind.

  Dare to fight with me? You'll all be dead!

  Destroy destroy completely destroy!

  Interwoven rivers, constantly bursting into clusters of snowy foam.

  When the last river was deciphered, in the snowy misty air, Zuo Mo stared with wide eyes and looked around, wanting to find the next target. However, his divine sense spread out, but suddenly discovered that it seemed like everything had been solved.

  Is everything settled?

  Is that all?

  Fine water splashed on his face, cool and refreshing, the scorching temperature of his forehead couldn't help but drop. The bad air in his chest had been vented almost completely. His face showed a few hints of unfulfilled expression, finally breaking into an exhilarating smile, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.

  Who would have thought that when I was just getting used to it, the goal was gone.

  Suddenly, a gentle and warm breath burst out of the void. The swirling snow-white foam seemed to have come to life suddenly, its speed slowing down until it froze in mid-air.

  This aura is not strong, without an overbearing and tyrannical air, warm and gentle but extremely thick, like the boundless ocean, vast and awe-inspiring. In this warm and vast aura, a thread of vigorous vitality, like the rising sun at dawn, seems to be slowly rising from the horizon.

  As soon as the aura appeared, it enveloped the entire Mo Water Ming Kong, enveloping every single demon in Mo Water Ming Kong.

  "Is this the Water Breath?" Cold Qian stretched out his palm, as if wanting to grasp this ball of air, muttering to himself.

  All the demons who were practicing water magic at this time had a solemn expression on their faces, they opened their arms as if they wanted to throw themselves into the vast atmosphere.

  But like Chi, who was practicing the fire magic, he was now like sitting on pins and needles, unaware that a layer of fine sweat had appeared on his forehead.

  Shuǐ xī is one of the origins that can be understood after reaching a deep level in the practice of Shuǐ Yāo Shù. There are many types of small demon techniques, and each demon cultivates different water demon techniques, so the understanding of Shuǐ xī will also have some differences. The demons who understand Shuǐ xī and display their water demon techniques have a power that is much greater than ordinary water demon techniques.

  As the cultivation deepens, the understanding of water breathing will also change constantly, and the understood water breathing will become more perfect. The understanding of Water Demon Art will also be deeper.

  Understanding the water breath is the most important sign of a deep understanding of water for those who practice the Water Demon Art. Countless demons who have practiced the Water Demon Art for decades have not understood the Water Demon Art.

  Sen no Rikyu was young when he grasped the spirit of water, which wasn't strange and didn't exceed the expectations of the crowd. However, the characteristics shown by Sen no Rikyu's spirit of water made every single demon feel reverence.

  Vast and full of life!

  The more profound the water demon's skills, the more terrifying it is. This kind of high-level magic shouldn't only appear on those old demons who have cultivated for hundreds of years?

  Zuo Mo was also shocked.

  He was extremely familiar with the Waterway Technique, although the Waterway Technique and the Water Demon Art were completely different, but the origin of water would not change. This breath had no overbearing flavor, but it was extremely pure.

  An unprecedented sense of danger enveloped every pore of Zuo Mo's body.

  He wasn't a rookie on the battlefield. As soon as this wave of water appeared, he immediately understood the terror and power hidden beneath its calm surface.

  It's like a basin of ice water poured over my head, from top to bottom, refreshing me to the core.

  In front of this vast and vibrant breath, he felt as small as a speck of dust.

  Insignificant as dust...

  His eyes, still bearing the remnants of last night's tears, suddenly lit up with a hint of light, like a lone candle flickering to life in the distant wilderness. He lifted his face, gazing straight ahead, as if trying to pierce through the thick, solid veil of snow-white foam before him.

  He suddenly smiled, with the demeanor of a top master, full of a carefree and leisurely flavor.

  The corners of his mouth stretched wider and wider, straight to the roots of his ears, revealing snow-white, neat and sharp teeth. The tone that burst out was in stark contrast to the light and airy smile, gritting his teeth, emitting a bare ferocity.

  "Brother hates it when others won't stop talking!"

  The majestic Zuo Mo began his frantic movements.

  A flash of golden light on his back, a pair of pale gold transparent wings appeared. Countless fine golden lights, like hair threads, wrapped around Lemo's legs from the soles of his feet, coiling up until they enveloped his entire leg, the golden threads tightening suddenly, like bindings.

  Bright and empty wings, golden crow's feet!

  Immediately afterwards, countless thunderbolts appeared, floating around Mo Zhou and forming a thick and solid lightning net.

  The thunder is loud!

  One hundred and eight solar thunderbolts!

  After doing all this, Zuo Mo didn't even lift his head, and with both hands, he began to move extremely laboriously!

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