Yun Liu waved his hand and yawn.
Interestingly, every Child of Destiny, male or female, believed in their own script that they were the only Protagonist, while everyone else was a great villain who tempered their Dao Heart, a fated nemesis.
Miss Xiao was like this, and so was the Little Dragon King.
Unlike your father, I am a pure passerby.
Jie Lin slowly turned and laughed, “There is no mistake. I am Jie Lin, Son of Wulang Sea, Lord of All Demons, Tide-Calling Dragon King. The entire sea will eventually submit to me!”
“I know, I know. Press and hold Esc to skip.”
Yun Liu dug at his ear. The lines were familiar, but it was not yet time for the final battle cutscene to play out.
At the center of the Whirlpool, the Dragon King gathered waves into an army. Raging tides surged, and powerful Demonic Aura gradually climbed to its Peak.
The Young Man in white robes held a Sword, a Moon Phase formed behind him, and Sword Qi surged.
One man and one dragon faced off in the Whirlpool.
At this point, no one would doubt the sincerity of the East Extreme Pavilion Master toward Princess Rosy Consort, much less deny the formidable strength of Jianzong Qitu.
They were going this far just to snatch a bride?
Anyway, Canghai and White Whale had never seen the flippant Xiao You so serious. Li Su’s face was even more baffled, unable to connect this with the frail good-for-nothing image in his memory.
“Mister, save me.”
The Dragon Girl murmured to herself.
Even she herself held a sliver of hope, wishing Yun Liu could win and take her back from her father’s hands.
“At this rate, Master will beat him to death! Someone save me!”
Ji Shiyu was still shrieking, clutching her head and jumping up and down.
“No way! Wait… no, someone save him!”
Canghai and White Whale had strange looks. Had a traitor appeared among them?
Li Su rolled his eyes. Where did such inexplicable confidence come from? Before the fight even started, she was already giving the opponent ideas.
After Little Yellow Hair finished tormenting Ao Tian, she bounced over to Big Ponytail and shook the unlucky ex-wife’s shoulders hard.
“Hurry up and think of something! Right, how about you perform Iron Pot Stew Yourself for everyone again? Master will definitely give up Deaf Pig to save you!”
“You’re insane. Did the roasting make you stupid?”
Xiao Ran squatted on the ground pinching her ear, still outlining a self-criticism essay.
How could she wish for Young Master to lose?
“Come on, if you eat the pig, you have to take responsibility. We’re teammates now! You don’t even understand and you still blindly snatched it. Did you think it was some heaven-defying Opportunity?”
Ji Ji rambled for a long while, but Xiao Ran did not understand a single bit, scratching her head in confusion. Even when a Trash Fish cut in line, she was still clapping and cheering.
“Isn’t that right? Sister Ruan said every man wants it. I thought it was some kind of aphrodisiac secret medicine.”
Ji Shiyu foamed at the mouth, nearly fainting from anger.
With a pig-headed Fiancee like you, who else would lose!?
Mu Shaohua glared at the hopping, frantic Huangmao, twitched the corner of her mouth, and felt an inexplicable pleasure.
It was merely cheering for someone else. You played me, huh? Then I’ll steal your man.
Playing with others’ feelings comes with a price!
Yun Liu ran into trouble as soon as the fight began. The rushing currents turned reefs into waterfalls, making the long stairway climb arduous. The tide clung like a festering ulcer in the bone, shadowing him wherever he went.
Jie Lin brandished a water spear, manipulating seawater in relentless pursuit, as if performing a piece of music.
This time he was very conservative, no longer rashly approaching, instead playing cat and mouse.
Sea Demons are born with Spirit Control, uniquely gifted, their aptitude far surpassing humans. With Water Aspect techniques of this scale, even White Whale, a Nascent Soul Spell Cultivator, felt inferior.
“Strange. Jie Lin is only a century-old Kunpeng’s Young, and only after taking human form did he begin to show his talents. By rights he is still a Little Demon, yet his Sea of Consciousness is so profound. Xiao You, winning through Divine Soul will likely be difficult.”
Canghai agreed. What was harder was being unable to close in; pure Body Cultivator martial artists suffered most against this kind of opponent.
The White-robed Youth walked alone with his Sword, a tiny figure maneuvering amid the rushing currents, as if he were fighting the entire sea.
Let alone getting near the Storm Artifact, he could not even touch the hem of Jie Lin’s clothes. Only Ji Shiyu had full confidence in him.
Yun Liu was extremely fast. His sword blossoms stirred up afterimages, manifesting four Moon Shadows and closing in from different directions, trying to draw attention.
“Naive.”
Jie Lin was unmoved. He clenched his fist and instantly split off four turbulent currents that entered the afterimages and shattered the moonlight.
The Moon Shadows, containing Sword Qi, exploded one after another; strands of moonlight stirred up great splashes. Before Yun Liu could advance a few steps, the receding tide immediately surged back.
Sea spirits were endless, demonic power was inexhaustible. If this continued, he would be worn to death.
Against a body-seizing old demon, Moon in the Well was useless. This was the true value of a Child of Destiny.
“Bang!”
A massive shadow had already covered the sky overhead, pressing down like a mountain!
Yun Liu flipped backward and leaped, spat out a mouthful of salt water, soaked through. When he looked back, the Dragon King summoned a tsunami, riding the waves toward him like a great mountain.
“Kneel, ant!”
The might of the raging sea blotted out the sky. Even watching from afar was suffocating; everyone’s heart rose to their throat.
“Tch.”
Yun Liu took a deep breath. ‘Old bastard, are you serious? We agreed to just go through the motions.’
Jie Lin’s health bar cannot be damaged. As long as he survives the phase transition, Madam Yingluo will naturally help the Protagonist cheat. “Throwing the Embroidered Ball” is just a parkour mini-game to show off movement skills. During it, Jie Lin…
Now Little Yellow Hair was eliminated early, and the Protagonist had inexplicably become him?
Yun Liu’s gaze sharpened, and he called in a deep voice.
“Hundred Calamities, Thousand Years.”
Two streams of flowing light shot out of the Sword Case, following on his left and right.
With three Swords controlled simultaneously, Yun Liu did not stop there; he borrowed Aunt Master’s Sword Momentum again.
Xiao Ran’s eyes went wide. At the Great Competition, seeing First Peak’s Senior Brother split his attention two ways was already impressive; who would have thought Young Master was even more formidable?
The fourth sword, the fifth sword…
Only when seven Flying Swords radiating terrifying aura surrounded him did Yun Liu’s Sea of Consciousness tremble. He felt limited by Kunpeng Suppression, unable to exert his full strength.
The eighth Flying Sword trembled slightly, poked out a little, then shrank back; he still could not summon it.
He had never had a clear concept of his Divine Soul’s strength. Now he had a rough idea: of twelve Swords, he could control seven.
“Insane, insane! At the Golden Core realm, he can already use Seven Swords Simultaneous Control!?”
The gazes of the Five Islands cultivators were no longer admiration but horror. It was even more exaggerated than those two comedic proud daughters of heaven from before; no wonder even a Soul-Seizing Banner Demonic Cultivator who specialized in Divine Soul was no match.
The Sword Sect’s younger generation actually had such an expert. Instead of being pleased, the old Daoist was worried that he had not been taken as a future pillar of the sect. His eyelid twitched, and he finally recognized the owner of the Sword Case.
Oh no, how could it be Yan Bingling’s Sword? Is he from the Palace of the Heavenly Pivot Star or the Shenhua Sect? This marriage alliance matter is going to be troublesome.
Besides, for a junior to be so favored by Ice Fairy Bingling, receive the owner’s permission, and wield a high-grade Artifact with ease was absurd in itself.
Yun Liu activated his Qi Sea, formed a Sword Formula, and regardless of everything, poured all his strength into the flowing light.
“Moon Falls to the Last Quarter, Calms the Wind and Waves.”
Where the Sword Intent pointed, Spiritual energy surged forth, and the edge of the silver moon swept across, turning the waves…
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