The split in the river was over five hundred meters long. Lin Yun was shocked as he looked at it. If it weren’t for the sword gleam from his Martial Soul, it would be impossible for him to split the river apart.

Boom!

As the river splashed and joined together, it created a water screen nearly a thousand meters height.

Rumble!

The calm surface was replaced with surging waves as the wooden raft began to sway. Lin Yun had joy written on his face as his laughter was drowned out by the crashing water. 

“Terrific! Terrific! I’ll see who dares to call my Martial Soul useless! I’ll show them the true might of my Martial Soul!” Lin Yun gnashed his teeth on the wooden raft.

He needed a channel to vent his emotions. After all, the three from the Liu Clan had mocked his Martial Soul for being useless. All of those emotions were pent up in his heart. He couldn’t summon out...