The lake water closed up behind Wu Kezhi, and the splash shot more than ten feet high.
That Jishan cleaver opened waves like it was splitting mountains; in the water it actually swam faster than a fish, needing less than 15 minutes to reach the golden light at the lake's heart.
Luo Yunlin said worriedly, "Could the one breaking into the Mountain Gate already have stepped into the Divine Realm? Can Uncle Wu handle it going alone?"
Aunt Qiu Bai consoled, "Relax. Your Uncle Wu's got life‑saving tricks the Mountain Master gave him. Even if he can't beat a Great Grandmaster, he can still get out and call for help. With so many of us here, we might not be helpless against the other party. But if that guy hasn't entered the Divine Realm yet, then he's in for it—all it'd take is twisting his head off."
