Fang Zhenlu's expression revealed slight surprise as he nodded and said, "This does show some promise." Despite his words, he made no move to evade.
The golden light descended, shattering a streak of water droplets that scattered outward. Without hindrance, it surged straight into the inner circle.
Ren Mingyao couldn't help but feel a flash of joy on his face. However, in the next moment, his expression stiffened.
The sword light had barely penetrated a few inches before hundreds upon thousands of water droplets began to rise one after another, following closely behind, striking repeatedly against the radiance. It sounded like pearls falling onto a jade plate, producing a crisp and resonant vibration. The sword light was immediately shaken into a chaotic mess, unable to maintain its form, and soon shattered and dissolved completely.
