Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

Zi Ling gritted her teeth, her fingers clenching so tightly they cracked.

Of course, she couldn't just stand by and watch her mother fall into the hands of the Extreme Yin Island.

If they fall into the hands of those beasts, their fate is predictable.

"Hehehe—"

Deep within her consciousness, the broken bead suddenly lit up, and a childish yet deliberately old-fashioned voice rang out in Zi Ling's heart, like a weasel preparing to steal a chicken.

"Little girl, do you need my help?"

"Need not."

Zi Ling refused without hesitation.

The voice, however, remained unhurried: "Look closely! That woman who resembles you by about five points is your mother, isn't she? Tsk tsk tsk, her magic power is almost exhausted. If that man hadn't wanted to capture her alive, she would have been dead long ago!"

"And that guy being chased by more than a dozen people, it seems his cultivation method is from the same source as yours, he doesn't look like he can last much longer either!"

"You really don't want me to take action?"

"don't want."

Zi Ling resolutely refused again.

She took out a slingshot from her storage bag, along with several Thunderbolts and a Fire Thunder Pearl.

Magic surged, the slingshot was drawn back, and the thousand-year-old ironwood bow made a slight creaking sound. The demonic python's tendons tightened and trembled slightly at the fingertips.

She set her sights on the middle-aged cultivator from the Extreme Yin Island who was playing tricks on her mother.

"Tch~"

Seeing that Zi Ling remained unmoved, the bead spoke with a hint of disdain: "Using the Heavenly Thunder Bead for a piece of trash who turned you into a demon? You're really wasting your life! But aren't you afraid of blowing up your mother too?"

Zi Ling turned a deaf ear.

She held her breath, her fingers firmly gripping the slingshot.

A sea breeze blew in from the side, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead.

In the distance, the middle-aged monk's profile was exposed within her field of vision.

Distance, wind speed, and spiritual energy fluctuations—all conditions were in her favor.

Zi Ling's fingers loosened instantly.

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While everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield, those invisible red insects had quietly gathered together.

Like a wisp of red mist, they drifted silently toward Zi Ling, slipping into her through her seven orifices and the pores of her skin.

Zi Ling was completely focused on the flight trajectory of the Heavenly Thunder Pearl and did not notice anything unusual.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the broken bead trembled slightly and emitted a barely audible groan.

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The moment the Heavenly Thunder Pearl left Zi Ling's hand, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

The dark red bead moved so fast that it left only a blur.

The middle-aged cultivator from Jiyin Island was slowly and methodically consuming Zhou Yuan's magical power, like a cat playing with a mouse.

He had just raised his hand, conjuring a black aura of malevolence, preparing to add more pressure to the swaying woman—

Then he felt a chilling threat coming from the side.

Fast! Too fast!

He only had time to turn his head slightly when a rapidly enlarging red light appeared in his pupils.

boom--

A violent explosion rang out over the sea.

Flames and lightning shot into the sky, air surged, and the air within a radius of ten feet was blasted up, forming a shock wave several feet long.

The scorching heatwave, carrying bits of flesh and blood, spread in all directions, like a blooming blood lotus.

Although Zhou Yuan had already hidden behind the amethyst shield and the flying boat, she was still blown away by the terrifying shockwave.

She tumbled through the air for over ten feet before barely managing to regain her balance. Debris from the flying boat swept past her, and a sharp piece of wood pierced through her protective aura, grazing her cheek and leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Once she regained her footing on the sea, she looked down—

The flying boat in front of him was already broken into pieces, with only half of the bow still floating on the water. The broken pieces were jagged, and the charred wood shavings were emitting blue smoke.

And her amethyst shield, which she had purchased at great expense, now had a clearly visible crack on its surface, extending from the edge to the center, like a hideous scar.

Zhou Yuan gasped.

The power of this Heavenly Thunder Pearl was greater than she had anticipated.

If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, sidestepped the airship in advance, used the thickest part of the hull to meet the biggest wave of impact, and then summoned the amethyst shield, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The violent explosion and the sudden surge of spiritual energy instantly drew the attention of everyone present.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators from Jiyin Island turned pale and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Fan Jingmei took the opportunity to create some distance and gasped for breath.

The surviving cultivators were all secretly relieved—that the Heavenly Thunder Pearl of Blazing Fire wasn't aimed at them.

Even Wu Chou was startled by the huge commotion, and his attack noticeably slowed down.

Master Mulong was also momentarily distracted.

It was in that very moment.

Wu Chou's eyes lit up as he came to his senses.

Countless silver chains surged from the void, like venomous snakes, and took advantage of the moment when the Wood Dragon Immortal was distracted to coil around the two teetering wooden dragons around him.

The chains tightened, and the wooden dragon groaned and creaked, its scales cracked, and its spiritual light dimmed.

Before Master Mulong could react, the chains had already pierced through the wooden dragon's defenses and wrapped around his limbs.

"not good--"

Master Mulong's expression changed drastically, and he frantically urged the wooden dragon to break free.

But Wu Chou didn't give him a chance at all.

Holding a bone-spiked anchor, he flashed forward and appeared in front of Master Mulong.

The twisted runes on the anchor surface glowed with an eerie purple light, the anchor tip aimed directly at the chest of the Wooden Dragon Immortal—

"No--"

Master Mulong's pupils suddenly dilated, and the words of begging for mercy were just on the tip of his tongue.

puff.

The anchor pierced his chest and protruded from his back.

Wu Chou's hand reached into the wound, his five fingers snapped together, and he pinched the still-beating heart.

"Stop! I am from Kui Xing Island—"

Master Mulong's words came to an abrupt end.

Wu Chou clenched his five fingers, and his heart exploded in his chest cavity like a ripe peach.

Blood gushed from Mulongzhen's mouth, and his eyes changed from fear to resentment, and then from resentment to emptiness.

He couldn't understand it until his death.

How dare Wu Chou kill an island lord personally appointed by an elder of the Star Palace on the Star Palace's territory?

Also, why didn't the Sixth Elder slap that beast to death a few days ago?

Wu Chou expressionlessly pulled out the anchor and took out the storage bag from his body. As for the corpse of Mu Long Zhenren, it fell from mid-air like a tattered sack and crashed into the sea with a splash.

The sea surface churned a few times, then fell silent.

"What is this thing? It dares to fight me!" Wu Chou curled his lip in disdain and casually stuffed the storage bag into his waistband.

Then he raised his head, looked across the sea, and gazed at Zhou Yuan with admiration.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I never expected Mrs. Wang to have such a trump card."

He glanced at the spot where the middle-aged cultivator had disappeared—there was only a wisp of blood mist that had not yet dissipated, not even a trace of bone remained.

The storage bag, magical artifacts, and elixirs were all destroyed in the explosion.

Even she herself looked disheveled, clearly affected by the blast.

Wu Chou's eyelids twitched; he hadn't expected this woman to be so ruthless!

They are ruthless to others, and ruthless to themselves.

That's a cultivator at the early stage of Core Formation. Even if he has condensed a Demon Core, with the resources of Extreme Yin Island, he is definitely a cut above ordinary early-stage Core Formation cultivators.

There were no remains at all.

He felt a chill run down his spine—if that woman had done the same to him on Kui Xing Island…

He didn't dare to think any further.

Let alone his deputy, even if he himself were caught off guard by such a blow, he probably wouldn't have survived until the ancestor possessed him before he died on Kui Xing Island.

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