Certainly not as sharp as the golden-phase spell. Spiritual energy pierced the air; the water spiritual energy compressed to the extreme split the air. Before the water spear arrived, someone was faster, slightly bent his knees and launched, leaving two huge pits under his feet, and decisively blocked behind the Golden-Haired Youth.
Crack!
Yun Liu actually caught the water spear bare-handed, turned the spearhead around and threw it back, and with even greater force, giving Wuwei quite a fright.
“Heaven-defying, a pure Body Cultivator martial artist at the Golden Core realm?”
“This is even rarer than a Heavenly Spiritual Root!”
Jie Lin dodged sideways, not surprised, and once again condensed a water spear in his hand, spinning it at his fingertips.
“The Dragon Race keeps to its own water and I to mine. I, Sea of Clouds, truly do not know how I have offended you, Mister. I hope you can give me a hint or two.”
‘This Little Ghost seems more like he planned it long ago, waiting here specifically for me?’
“I wouldn’t dare. When entrusted by another, one must be loyal to the task. If you must blame someone, blame your bad luck. Running into me means you’re out of luck.”
Yun Liu twisted his neck. With the Jade Palace Sacred Fire as Offering and the Heavenly Walk in his Qi Sea fueling the flames, spiritual energy permeated his body like white flames wrapping his skin. He did not dare show off too quickly, treating it as the Old Father’s farewell battle before retirement.
‘If I can’t beat Yinglong, can’t I still deal with a single evil Flood Dragon like you?’
“He is mine.”
Yun Liu crooked a finger, expression contemptuous, directly provoking. Standing alone, he turned back to signal his silly daughter to continue, and told off this shameless Old Deng.
“Hehe.”
Ji Shiyu stuck out her tongue. A false alarm. Huangmao the Mistress was delighted; a child with a father is like a treasure!
‘Off to steal someone else’s pig.’
“You dare make trouble in the water.”
Jie Lin sneered, stepping on the waves to float into the high sky, “A mere Elixir Cultivator dares to be so arrogant. A very unique last words. Since you seek death, don’t blame me.”
Sky-toppling tides surged from all directions, turning into a water prison that instantly swallowed Yun Liu, and the White-robed Youth could no longer be seen.
“You have some skill, but not much.”
Wuwei Shangren clapped his hands and smirked, just waiting to see his future Tu’er suffer a setback, then save the day in time.
This Little Demon Dragon is not simple. Although he only has the strength of the Peak of the Third Realm, his Divine Soul is terrifyingly strong; he can even slightly resist Kun Peng Nao Hai. He seems to carry a wondrous karma, faintly resonating with the entire sea.
‘So what if he has a powerful mortal body? How can he fight against the Great Whirlpool and the Boundless Sea?’
In a moment, this Grandmaster will display his divine might. That Xiao Se Pi will surely see the light and obediently enter my Discipleship.
By then, both the person and the turtle shell will be brought back to Cangqiong Dongfu. Miao, miao!
“This is bad.”
White Whale frowned slightly and stepped forward, about to intervene and break the siege.
Xiao You gifted the Three-Leaf Datura Fruit to save him and continue his Dao Fate. Although he would not speak of the debt of retracing, he would always remember it in his Heart. Even if he had to lead the Whale Pod and the deep-sea demons against enemies, he would not hesitate.
“Look more carefully. Who exactly is the one in trouble?”
Canghai held back his close friend, slightly shook his head, his gaze full of amazement.
This was the first time the Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master had acted in the eyes of the world. Before this, the cultivators present had never heard of any stunning performance from the Jianzong Qitu after he left the Divine Radiance Sect; they only knew he had once been a disciple of the Frost Sky Sword Demon.
However, the strength Yun Liu displayed today shocked the heroes of the Chaotic Sea, and also made the scheming old Daoist’s sinister plan fall through.
Yun Liu was deeply trapped in the Turbulent Flows, his limbs struggling but unable to move. The rushing currents were like Spiritual energy blades slicing him a thousand times, and also like sticky tar wildly pulling at him.
“Break!”
He immediately changed his approach and calmly circulated a different technique.
When he opened his eyes again, Yun Liu’s whole body shone with brilliant light, and his Jade Palace Golden Core manifested Stellar Destiny.
He slowly raised his right hand, carrying the force of the stars, and split the sea with one punch.
“Damn it, why is it Starburst Dash!?”
The old Daoist shrank his neck, his lips moved, and he felt a little dizzy.
‘Why is he from the Palace of the Heavenly Pivot Star? What is his relationship with Ji Xingshu, and what is his relationship with that Little Yellow Hair?’
Yun Liu shook the water from his head, grinned, and showed his bright white teeth.
Jie Lin’s expression changed slightly. Yun Liu had already shot forward like an arrow, with waves of air exploding, and a plain, unadorned kick came straight at his head.
Bang!
Another heart-stopping loud noise.
Jie Lin retreated several feet, and the water spear in his hand was shattered into two pieces.
The Human Race youth before him was soaked in deep-sea tides, yet not a single wound was left on his body. The dark-tide Sea Demons all looked shocked.
Instead, the Dragon Race, known for their powerful bodies, was knocked back by one kick, their blood and qi surging, unable to recover for a long time, amazed at the sheer force of a mere Elixir Cultivator.
‘Just who is the demon cultivator here?’
Yun Liu looked at his palm and laughed.
With Starburst Dash enhancing it, the Heavenly Walk’s explosive power was even stronger. It felt as fun as playing with Huangmao, except the Qi Sea consumption was truly terrifying.
“Good Mei Fu, it’s all thanks to you. Once your sister-in-law marries in, I’ll repay you and Shiyu!”
Mu Shaohua joyfully took Qing Li’s hand, afraid Yun Liu could not hold out, while her father went to trouble Ji Shiyu.
Madam Yingluo’s eyes shone with strange light, secretly delighted just like her daughter.
She had underestimated Jie Lin’s growth speed, but she had equally underestimated the East Extreme Pavilion Master.
She was frightened by her ex-husband’s recklessness.
Ruan Yu’s beautiful face paled. She had not witnessed the latter half of the Sword Sect Grand Tournament, and truly had not expected such a small body to hide such great strength. If she, with a Spell Cultivator’s frame, took one hit, would she not die on the spot?
Mr. Yun without a sword… is also too fierce.
They were all rising stars whose names could be called.
At the top of the storm, several highly skilled Human Race warriors stood out. Wu Lei of the Sea-Severing Alliance and Fang Ya of Chain Docks met unexpectedly. One had sharp Sword Qi, the other swung a long whip. Before they could catch up to Huangmao, they clashed first, neither giving way.
Ji Shiyu moved nimbly, far in the lead.
She carried her sword and leaped over floating reefs as if walking on flat ground, and for no reason remembered the Cloud Sea Boardwalk.
Ji Shiyu’s hair suddenly stood on end. She stepped back two steps, her gaze alert.
“Hm?”
“Your intuition is quite sharp.”
A ghostly figure appeared in the air, somewhat surprised that the ambush had failed.
It was a white-faced scholar holding an ancient, incomplete scroll. A Demonic Cultivator from Evil Spirit Port also appeared at the Storm Center.
The plan has changed. Ling Banner Master ordered that we must seize the Dragon Pearl for the Little Dragon King.
“Young Master Ji, pleased to meet you.”
Can Ye Shusheng cupped his hands and smiled, gently flipping through the ancient scroll.
Over time, the densely packed tiny characters seemed to come alive, crawling from the book onto his body like caterpillars, strange glyphs covering his skin.
“Bah, you also want to steal my pig?”
Having been trapped in the Illusion Pavilion before, Ji Shiyu now got a headache whenever she saw characters, and even her trypophobia acted up.
“Mm, something like that.”
Behind Ji Shiyu, a precious cauldron slowly rose into the air, surrounded by three-colored elixir qi, separating the two sides.
“This unworthy Luo Xiu would like to exchange a few moves with the soul-stealing Demonic Cultivator.
Brother Ji, do as you please.”
Can Ye Shusheng gently patted his Immortal Gourd Daoist Robe.
One person leaped across the Coral Reef like an ape, and in a few back-and-forths caught up with Can Ye Shusheng.
Qing Li and Mu Shaohua let out a light breath. Senior Brother Luo finally made his move. Who doesn’t have outside help?
“And who are you?”
Ji Shiyu scratched her head, only feeling that this guy’s Spirit Breath was somewhat similar to Canghai’s; he was from Penglai Island.
“Idiot, why bother with him? With such a good thing, you should secretly rejoice. Don’t waste your father’s good intentions!”
Ao Tian urged and cursed.
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