"He succeeded."
Onlooker Gongsun Qingyue witnessed this scene, feeling both emotional and regretful.
Jiang Li's strength had advanced, reducing her chances of regaining an advantage. Moreover, not being able to kill Jiang Zhuyun outright was also a regrettable matter.
But despite her regrets, Gongsun Qingyue knew she had to make a move.
Jiang Li had achieved his aim; it was now her turn to step in to tip the scales, then take her people and leave.
A gorgeous flying sword materialized next to her, blades of sword light converging into the form of a fierce bird, Gongsun Qingyue was about to strike. Just then, a fleeting stream of Qi, like a blade edge, cut across the flying sword, emitting a light chime.
The flying sword slowed down momentarily.
In that brief pause, a deafening rumble erupted from the sinking half of the Water Pavilion, and a gigantic red cauldron, like a small mountain, burst forth flying straight towards Jiang Li who had just landed.
"Jiang Li!"