Chapter 471: Unsheathing All Weapons (5K3)

Chapter 471: Unsheathing All Weapons (5K3)



Gradually, the surrounding cultivators also noticed something amiss.

After destroying the floating island, General Daohai did not pursue Wen Mengzhu, and Senior Yan did not show any intention of leaving with his people.

This indicated that this Water Clan prodigy was not here for the Water Moon Trading Alliance.

But if it was to intimidate the Southern Hong Seven Sons... considering his status, it seemed a bit too comical.

Wen Qiujin seemed to have guessed something.

It wasn't really a guess.

General Daohai's actions were too targeted, and his purpose was already very clear.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiujin stared intently at General Daohai.

Under the pretense of staying calm, his palms were clenched so tightly that they creaked, and although he had saved his life, for a merchant, seeing his years of accumulation destroyed in an instant was heart-wrenching.

Just then.

The silver-armored youth who was sitting cross-legged finally opened his eyes.

They were vertical pupils.

As he raised his head, the atmosphere nearby suddenly became tense.

A raspy voice was carried away by the sea breeze.

"Today, I came without a single soldier or general, solely to avenge my father. This matter has nothing to do with the Southern Hong Seven Sons."

"You don't need to stand so high above me to intimidate me."

"The reason I'm here today is that I've received permission from the Dragon Palace. With my lifelong achievements, I've earned a chance to be rebellious."

As he finished speaking, he slowly stood up, using his vertical pupils to look up at the clouds, and bowed calmly, "The one standing behind me is actually here to keep an eye on me. The reason it took action is because the Yan family came."

"Gazing Cloud Immortal, give the Dragon Palace some face."

General Daohai calmly released his hands, waiting for a response from above.

Almost everyone turned their gaze to the clouds.

The golden-threaded white robe fluttered more, and Wei Yuanzhou's eyes were indifferent, his voice calm, "Today, what I say doesn't count."

If Yuan Ling has made a big mistake, he will rectify it once.

As for the content of the rectification, Wei Yuanzhou didn't care; it depended on what Shen Yi needed.

If the mistake endangered the other party's life, then the apology would be at any cost. Otherwise, it would be more appropriate to call it a transaction.

Upon hearing this, the entire audience was in an uproar.

Even Yan Xingyuan's face changed slightly.

In Southern Hong, was there anything that the next Sect Master of Lingyun Sect couldn't decide?

"Hmph."

The black-backed dragon behind General Daohai suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

It was clearly only at the Returning Void Perfection realm, and it was difficult to stir up much trouble in front of Wei Yuanzhou, who had ascended to the White Jade Capital.

But at this moment, it slowly submerged into the water.

It actually made a show of leaving.

Just before completely entering the water, it shook its head and said, "You can try. Try the meritorious service of the Dragon Palace's soldiers and generals, and see if the opportunity I've earned is a joke to you Southern Hong Seven Sons."

A being like General Daohai didn't hold a particularly high position in the Dragon Palace.

But it represented that group of soldiers and generals gathered by the Dragon Palace.

If they fought for the Dragon Clan, the edict they earned in the end would become an empty promise in Southern Hong.

The Dragon Palace didn't mind reminding these cultivators who the true master of Hongze was.

The sound of rushing water echoed.

The old general actually transformed into a huge black-backed dragon and left the place decisively.

"..."

Wei Yuanzhou smiled faintly.

If one were to be strict, would the Southern Yang Sect Master, acknowledged by the six Fusion Realm giants, be a joke?

Seeing this.

General Daohai suddenly reached out his palm, "I'll wait for three days. Even if he doesn't come, the matter will be dropped. You can let him know; I don't care."

He came from humble beginnings, and in his heart, he knew better than anyone that if the patricide's enemy refused to come out, he actually had no way to deal with him.

But the other party had to leave either their life or their face.

"Huff."

Yan Xingyuan stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

In his heart, he sighed.

Not to mention the four vassal forces, even the smaller powers among the 182 families would never follow a so-called Immortal Sect that had lost all face in Southern Hong.

Moreover, following them would not only result in a lack of protection but also the probability of being exterminated by demons at any time.

In the end, this Immortal Sect didn't even dare to show its face.

As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly heard Wei Yuanzhou's calm voice, "I don't think I need to inform him."

"Hmm?"

The surrounding cultivators observing from a distance all showed confusion.

General Daohai slightly turned his head, looking into the distance, and his lowered arms slowly exerted force.

The next moment, a sharp sword roar echoed through the sky!

Rustle—

Wen Qiujin listened to this familiar sword roar, his pupils gradually enlarging, reflecting a crimson glow, and the intense oppression even made him feel suffocated.

Before the person arrived, the Blood Sea Dao Palace had already swept over the sky.

Within the rolling blood sea, there was the low roar of a ferocious beast.

Amidst the crimson mist, the black-robed figure's sleeves fluttered, and a tall figure stepped forward on a sword.

The purple-golden sea of fire spread out, making the hair beneath the eyes shine brightly.

Not a single word was wasted.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the black-robed youth suddenly appeared in front of General Daohai.

The flames surged like a dragon soaring into the sky.

His figure flickered, and the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine was fully displayed. In an instant, countless figures enveloped General Daohai.

"Heh."

The silver-armored youth breathed calmly, and his eyes filled with murderous intent.

This murderous intent immediately spread to his facial features, and a mocking smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He was the vanguard general of the Dragon Palace.

He was a terrifying existence that made countless forces in Southern Hong tremble in fear.

In an instant, he closed his eyes, voluntarily plunging his vision into darkness, blocking out his ears, and instantly gathering his thoughts.

What remained was the perception of auras. His years of killing and accumulation of experience were fully utilized at this moment.

Clap.

He slightly lowered his head, his mocking smile deepening, revealing his white teeth.

His slender, fair palm ruthlessly struck out, stopping just three inches from his face, and the palm wind shattered his silver helmet, making his hair dance wildly.

General Daohai seemed to coincidentally reach out his palm and place it on a wrist.

"You, are too slow.

As he spoke, the figures in black robes around him all vanished.

"..."

Wei Yuanzhou looked down, the smile at the corner of his lips fading, and his extraordinary face now carried a hint of coldness.

The flowing light in his forehead flickered.

The Sect Master of the Southern Hong Seven Sons, when outside, could not be humiliated.

However, at this moment, he lightly raised his eyebrows, and the flowing light in his forehead slowly dissipated.

Under the anxious gazes of all the cultivators,

The black-robed youth stood suspended in mid-air, his wrist grasped, but his expression remained unchanged.

His purple-golden eyes calmly stared at the Sea-Striding General before him, and he spoke softly, "And then?"

Just then, the Sea-Striding General suddenly tensed up.

His entire right arm began to tremble uncontrollably, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

He abruptly opened his eyes wide, his eyes round with disbelief, staring at the wrist he had grabbed.

On the other's right shoulder was a set of incomplete grayish-white armor.

It inexplicably evoked a sense of despair and melancholy.

He bit his tongue, using the pain to clear his mind, desperately trying to shift his gaze away from the armor while using his essence blood to strengthen his demon body, attempting to regain control of his wrist.

Pa!

Shen Yi casually withdrew his hand and, with a backhand, slapped the Sea-Striding General's face crisply and decisively.

It seemed like a casual gesture.

But the terrifying aura that burst forth caused all the surrounding cultivators to fly backward uncontrollably.

Boom!

The Sea-Striding General's face ripped apart, and his body shot out towards the ocean, uncontrollably smashing into the raging waves.

A hundred-zhang-high giant wave rose, almost connecting with the heavens!

"..."

Shen Yi extended his hand and brushed off the wrist armor that had just been grasped by the other party, calmly gazing at the raging sea.

Immediately afterward, he disappeared from his original spot.

The sea of flames transformed into a giant palm and slammed onto the ocean's surface, creating a deep chasm in the waters!

The fiery giant hand reached down to seize something underwater, and a blurry shadow frantically darted below, until it had no choice but to burst out of the water, revealing its slimy body.

One chased, and the other fled, straight up into the sky.

Under the pursuit of the fiery giant hand, it was revealed to be an ugly water python. It turned its head and glared at the approaching sea of fire, its round giant tail like a pillar supporting the heavens, carrying boundless demon energy as it fiercely struck down.

The python's tail pierced through the flames and slapped into the ocean.

In an instant, the seawater churned, turning the world upside down.

The surrounding onlooking cultivators had already been forced to fly far away by Shen Yi's previous slap, but as the giant tail landed, those with slightly lower cultivation levels among them had their breaths disturbed, and their faces changed abruptly.

The number of forces that had been annihilated by this tail was countless.

Countless cultivators had suffered great losses.

The Sea-Striding General's vertical pupils intently stared at the dispersing sea of fire, searching for Shen Yi's trace within it.

At the same time, he transformed back into his human form, his fingertips slightly trembling.

He had already had a vague idea of this person's strength, after all, the other party had annihilated all the elite forces of the Dragon Fish Pavilion, including his foster father.

But when Shen Yi effortlessly broke free from his grasp earlier, the Sea-Striding General still felt shocked. He had used all his strength, yet there was still a significant gap between them.

Such terrifying physical strength, even a single palm strike revealed his true form.

The Sea-Striding General strained his eyes, desperately searching for the figure hidden in the sea of fire.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Without turning back, the Sea-Striding General clenched his palm, drawing upon the raging waves like a dragon sucking water, forming a transparent long spear that fiercely stabbed behind him.

Another famed killing move!

Pa-ta!

As expected by the Sea-Striding General, the instant he stabbed backward, he saw those purple-golden eyes.

The black-robed youth had already stood behind him without anyone noticing.

His slender fingers quietly clasped the Sea-Striding General's wrist.

Thus, the condensed water spear, capable of splitting mountains and seas, could no longer advance even a hair's breadth.

The Sea-Striding General's breathing gradually became rapid.

As his essence blood surged throughout his body,

The ocean within his field of vision began to boil, as if resonating with his body.

Above the azure water surface, crimson demon energy gradually rose.

Even under the protection of the formation, the hundreds of treasure ships violently rocked.

"Roar...Ahh!"

The Sea-Striding General let out a roar, which quickly turned into a miserable scream.

Shen Yi abruptly flipped his hand, and the other's entire arm was twisted into a tangled mess, with bones protruding from the flesh, looking extremely hideous.

With the minor success of the Returning Abyssal Immortal Armor Array,

The Sea-Striding General's body disintegrated inch by inch, instantly becoming a bloody mess.

"It's over."

Yan Xingyuan, as a Returning to Emptiness Perfection cultivator, had eyesight that could not be compared to others.

He keenly captured the changes in the Sea-Striding General's expression.

From fury to gradual bewilderment.

Being able to see through the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine once didn't mean he could do so every time.

He had found the one who had fled, but in the end, he couldn't catch him.

As expected, the next moment,

The Sea-Striding General's blood-soaked body exploded in dozens of places simultaneously!

Shen Yi calmly retracted his palm.

The grayish-white armor on his shoulder and arm disintegrated into mist and returned to his heart.

The Primordial Purple Qi peeled off his body and returned to the Dao Palace, then it was absorbed into his forehead.

Without the illumination of the purple-golden flames,

The black-robed figure returned to ordinariness, appearing like a handsome and reserved young man.

But the pressure he brought to the surrounding cultivators far exceeded that of the previous Sea-Striding General.

The previously raging ocean suddenly calmed down.

Only the shallow breaths of the nearby cultivators remained.

Dead?

They all stared at the figure dyed red by blood, its chest still rising and falling, as if it would erupt at any moment.

This was a fear of the notorious Dragon Palace water tribe's tenacious will.

"..."

Shen Yi casually put him away in his finger ring.

He had never seen a demon survive after the panel prompt.

"Even more astonishing than what was recorded in the letter."

Yan Xingyuan remained silent for a long time before exhaling.

The reason he stayed here was to see if there was a turning point... Regardless of temperament or strength, the so-called Southern Yang Sect Master should show some capability to give the Yan family a glimmer of hope.

But now it seems that it far exceeded his expectations.

At the very least, based on the description in the letter, the young cultivator was not even qualified to stand before the Sea-Striding General and speak, even if one disregards Yan Wencheng's exaggerated praise.

But now, the situation seemed to have reversed.

Wen Qiujin stared at the black flying sword pendant at Shen Yi's waist, his mind going blank.

He had been in business all his life, and now, it seemed like he had stumbled upon the most profitable deal out of nowhere.

If he had said that he didn't feel any resentment before, it would have been a lie.

After all, he had been cautious all his life to avoid offending others, yet he still ended up in this unfortunate situation.

But now, things were different.

No matter how precious the floating island was, it was still an inanimate object.

For the Water Moon Trading Alliance, the most valuable thing when securing goods was the backing they could rely on.

Now it seemed that this backing was both ruthless and protective.

Without saying a word, the Sea-Striding General, known for his fearsome reputation, took direct action, and his fate was not much different from that of his adoptive father.

"..."

Wei Yuanzhou stood in the vast sky, his gaze not on Shen Yi but directed towards the void.

Just a moment ago, a five-story Dao Palace stood there, emanating primordial purple qi that could make any of the Southern Flood Seven Sons pale in comparison.

Compared to the two Spirit Arts Shen Yi had displayed, this was what truly surprised Wei Yuanzhou.

After all, most cultivators had some experience with Spirit Arts.

But the Dao Palace was different; even though he could casually visualize a first-grade Dao Pillar and had no shortage of treasures, the opportunity to perfect what he had previously failed to accomplish was now gone forever.

Tsk.

These geniuses with astonishing talents were truly enviable.

Wei Yuanzhou sighed softly, but he quickly regained his composure. Those who could reach the White Jade Capital had an unwavering Dao heart that was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Moreover, having stronger talent didn't necessarily mean better.

The path of cultivation was long, and the competition was not about who progressed faster but who could go further.

Right now, there was a perfect example within the Southern Yang Sect.

It was just a sigh of admiration.

He turned his gaze towards Shen Yi below and gave a slight bow, "Let's forget about this for now. If there's another opportunity in the future, I'll make sure to give Yuan Ling a proper explanation."

As he finished speaking, Wei Yuanzhou's figure flickered and slowly dissipated in place.

"Hmm?"

Shen Yi slightly raised his eyes. What explanation? Who was Yuan Ling? Seeing that the other party had already left, he didn't bother asking further.

He wasn't very interested in these matters.

Remembering the reminder from Senior Xuanqing before leaving the sect, he was supposed to look for the Yan family.

Shen Yi's gaze swept below, and soon he spotted Yan Wencheng who had already approached.

He took a step forward.

As the black robe fluttered, the surrounding cultivators all moved away.

The excitement was over; they didn't want to be made an example of like the chicken and the monkey.

However, today's excitement wasn't a waste of time. At least they could see clearly that, not to mention the entire Hongze, but just in the Southern Flood region, the Seven Sons were not afraid to confront the Dragon Palace.

"We pay our respects to Sect Leader Shen."

Zheng Qian and the others stood on the treasure ship and bowed to Shen Yi.

Yan Xingyuan also bowed, showing respect. This was the treatment Shen Yi had earned with his strength.

But he didn't speak. Unlike these Clear Moon Sect disciples, he couldn't express his opinions freely, and all matters still needed to be reported back to the clan for the clan leader to make decisions.

Instead, Wen Qiujin suddenly froze in place.

Sect Leader Shen? He suddenly remembered Shen Yi's casual decision and his expression gradually became strange.

Wen Qiujin had guessed that Shen Yi held a high position, but he never expected it to be this high... almost to the point of breaking through the ceiling.

"When Xingyuan returns to the clan, he will definitely report today's events truthfully. Please forgive us, Senior."

In the Southern Flood region, apart from the Seven Sons, who were the top powers, and the great sects with Dao Fusion masters, the rest were considered transcendent and detached.

If one didn't count them, then the forces with the White Jade Capital were truly first-rate.

A force like the Yan family, with its size, could influence the entire Southern Flood region with every move.

But Yan Xingyuan, a great cultivator who had reached the Perfection of Returning to Void, did not flaunt his status. He still addressed Shen Yi as Senior.

"Hmm."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, not in a hurry.

One must take things one step at a time.

Putting himself in their shoes, if he were a cultivator from the White Jade Capital and had to follow the orders of a young cultivator at the Fifth Layer of Returning to Void, and even bring his family on a dangerous journey, he would also have concerns.

As long as one had the strength, these things would naturally fall into place.

"How many casualties did you suffer?"

Shen Yi thought of those Qinghai Prefecture disciples and considered himself lucky. Thanks to the prior recruitment of many executives and Jing Jing Song's advance notice to evacuate the prefecture, almost all of them had been evacuated.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, there were no casualties."

Wen Qiujin suddenly became nervous. Despite his high position, facing such a terrifying giant, he couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.

The person was still the same, but compared to the last time, he seemed inexplicably more dignified.

"When I received the spy's message, I immediately evacuated everyone on the island. By the time the Sea-Striding General arrived, it was just an empty island."

Wen Qiujin didn't mention the loss of wealth.

As long as people were alive and the path was still there, he was confident he could regain what was lost.

"That's good."

Shen Yi nodded again and said casually, "Since you're going to rebuild the Trading Alliance, before that... have you considered becoming an executive at the Southern Yang Sect?"

There were many powerful cultivators, but those with quick wits and extensive knowledge were rare.

"Thank you, Sect Leader, for your kindness. This truly solves my urgent problem."

Wen Qiujin bowed deeply, "I was just worrying about where to store the goods on these hundreds of treasure ships."

"Store them at the Southern Yang Sect."

Shen Yi waved his sleeves generously.

It was convenient; he wouldn't need to go out to borrow things in the future.

(End of Chapter)

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