Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Lin Ran looked up and saw an overwhelming onslaught, leaving him nowhere to escape.

He remained calm and composed, forming hand seals with his fingertips. He first cast a concealment spell, then an invisibility spell.

His form faded instantly, completely dissolving into the world.

The naked eye, spiritual perception, and divine sense could not detect even the slightest trace of him.

At the same moment, countless wind blades collided violently with the giant blue palm.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted, sending shockwaves sweeping across the vast ocean, causing waves to surge and rise higher in layers.

The entire airspace was completely destroyed, the clouds dispersed, and the strong winds howled incessantly.

Wang Qingfeng and Miyamoto Kojiro stood high in the sky, their gazes sweeping across the empty center of the battlefield.

Within their perception, there was no longer a single figure in white.

"Disappeared?" Wang Qingfeng frowned, his tone icy.

Miyamoto Kojiro's eyes were sharp as he constantly scanned his surroundings.

"His concealment skills are unparalleled; he's nearby, he hasn't gone far!"

The two dared not relax, and fully extended their divine senses to examine the surrounding airspace inch by inch.

Invisibility is not invincible; if subjected to a large-scale, indiscriminate attack, one will inevitably be forced to reveal oneself.

Just as the two were engrossed in their investigation, Lin Ran's figure quietly appeared on top of the aircraft.

He remained invisible, leaning down to look into the cabin.

Yusuke Tanaka was pressed against the porthole, anxiously scanning the battlefield outside, his face full of worry.

He was certain that Wang Qingfeng and Miyamoto Kojiro could kill Chen Changsheng, but he waited in vain for the result.

Lin Ran's lips curled into a cold smile as he raised his hand to form a sword, his spiritual energy quietly gathering.

Since Wang Qingfeng and Miyamoto Kojiro are holding the outer perimeter, he will first take away the root of this incident.

If Tanaka Yusuke is brought to justice, this trip will not have been in vain.

Fine glints of sword light quietly gathered in his palm, contained and unyielding, without a sound.

Unaware of what was happening, Yusuke Tanaka, inside the cabin, continued to stare out the window, muttering curses under his breath.

"Useless! Even with the two of them working together, they still can't defeat a Transcendent Martial Artist!"

His expression twisted in pain: "No! Chen Changsheng must die! I sacrificed myself to achieve this situation; I cannot let it all go to waste!"

The coldness in Lin Ran's eyes deepened, and the sword technique at his fingertips had already locked onto its target.

The next instant, two sharp senses suddenly locked onto the top of the aircraft.

"There!" Wang Qingfeng shouted sharply, his figure instantly breaking through the air and returning.

Miyamoto Kojiro slashed horizontally with his long sword, creating a giant wind blade that swept across the sky and cleaved the top of the aircraft.

The two reacted extremely quickly, instantly recognizing Lin Ran's intention to launch a sneak attack.

Lin Ran neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly unleashed a burst of sword light.

"It's too late."

Swish!

A condensed sword light pierced through the cabin wall and penetrated it.

Inside the cabin, Yusuke Tanaka's pupils contracted sharply, and his face instantly filled with terror.

He tried to dodge, but found that the space around him was completely locked by the sword light, and he could not move.

Before he could utter a sound, the sword light had already swept past his body.

Clean and efficient, without any delays.

Tanaka Yusuke's body stiffened, then he slumped to the ground, completely lifeless.

The scourge that had plagued Shinkai for so long was thus completely eradicated.

At the same moment, a giant wind blade crashed down.

Lin Ran leaped into the air, riding the wind, and avoided the direct impact of the wind blades.

The wind blade struck the top of the aircraft, and with a loud bang, the fuselage was instantly torn apart and exploded.

The shattered fuselage, along with countless fragments, crashed into the sea.

The remaining Japanese escorts all fell into the deep sea along with the wreckage.

Wang Qingfeng landed in mid-air, looked at the shattered aircraft, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You really are a thug who enjoys indiscriminately killing innocent people!"

"Even at this point, you're still trying to label people?" Lin Ran hovered in the air, calm and composed. "None of the people I killed were innocent!"

Miyamoto Kojiro stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wang Qingfeng, his eyes fixed on Lin Ran.

"Chen Jun's actions have left no room for reconciliation. Today, this sea will be your burial ground!"

Lin Ran remained relaxed and fearless: "Don't be so sure of yourself. If you want to keep me here, the two of you are probably not enough."

"Arrogant!" Wang Qingfeng clenched his fists, his spiritual energy surging wildly around him.

"Today I will show you the chasm between a Profound Realm cultivator and a Martial Saint!"

Having said that, he once again performed the invocation of the gods: "This disciple wholeheartedly prays, may the divine officials before the Emperor descend, and may the divine soldiers act swiftly as commanded!"

As the incantation was finished, his aura surged, and a vast and boundless divine pressure descended from the heavens, pouring into his body.

Wang Qingfeng's aura underwent a complete transformation, and the pressure of the peak Martial Venerable broke through the shackles, reaching the realm of Martial Saint.

Covered in golden armor, surrounded by divine light, with eyes like torches, he exuded an imposing aura without anger.

"Who dares to cause trouble here?"

The spirit official's voice was like a great bell, resounding through the sky and shaking the sea, causing the waves to surge.

The moment he saw Lin Ran, his gaze hardened: "It's you again!"

He raised his hand and grasped at the void, and a burst of spiritual light appeared, forming a long spear made entirely of crimson gold.

Ancient runes were engraved on the gun barrel, and the tip of the gun emitted a cold light, its sharp aura tearing through the sky.

Lingguan stood with his spear in hand, his martial saintly aura overwhelming, causing the air in the entire sea area to freeze.

"die!"

With a flick of his spear, Ling Guan unleashed a torrential downpour of spear shadows that covered the entire sky.

The spear shadow was enveloped in crimson-gold divine light, carrying a chilling power.

Miyamoto Kojiro simultaneously unleashed his ultimate sword technique.

The long sword was raised high above his head, and the sea breeze gathered around the blade, forming a giant sword aura tens of feet long.

In an instant, the pitch-black, chilling blade energy, carrying the domineering power to cleave mountains and seas, crashed down.

The two martial saints unleashed their ultimate killing moves simultaneously, causing the wind to howl and the pressure to be terrifying.

Lin Ran's eyes were serious, and he no longer held back any of his strength.

His spiritual energy erupted from his entire body, his Golden Core cultivation was fully activated, and his body shone with dazzling spiritual light.

The Jinghong Sword soared into the air, spinning rapidly in mid-air, transforming into a circular sword domain.

Layer upon layer of sword light overlapped, forming a defensive barrier that withstood the barrage of spear shadows and the massive blade energy.

Clang! Boom!

The earth-shattering collision resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the violent shockwave of spiritual energy spread across the vast sea.

Huge waves surged and churned on the sea, with spray rising several meters into the air.

The sword domain trembled violently, covered with fine cracks, and was on the verge of shattering.

Lin Ran staggered backward, each step causing a roaring sound in the air.

A slight surge of blood welled up in his chest, and a thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Despite his Golden Core realm cultivation level, he still managed to withstand the ultimate moves of two Martial Saints, but ultimately he was at a disadvantage.

Upon seeing this, the spirit official's eyes revealed a look of disdain.

"How long can you hold out like this?"

He raised his spear high once more, and crimson-gold divine light gathered wildly at the spear tip.

Another spear beam has taken shape, even more refined and domineering than the previous one.

Miyamoto Kojiro simultaneously gathered his strength, his long sword trembling, ready to strike.

"Do you need my help?" The voice of the Lord of Xuan Chen entered Lin Ran's mind.

With the Three-Eyed Golden Lion and Li Zhu Wanwan no longer present, only the Black Dragon can barely hold its own against the Martial Saint.

Lin Ran casually replied, "Not for now. The bigger fish is about to take the bait."

At this critical moment, several streaks of light shot through the sky from afar.

The senior members of the Secret Realm Protection Organization have successfully arrived at the sea area and have already entered the game.

Lin Ran wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, a knowing smile appearing in his eyes.

Four streaks of light tore through the distant clouds, their strengths and weaknesses clearly distinguishable.

The leader was dressed in dark-patterned black clothes and wore a cold, imposing dragon mask. He was surrounded by the aura of a martial lord.

The three people behind him wore masks representing the Rabbit, Sheep, and Pig, respectively, and all possessed stable, profound auras.

Ling Guan's eyes narrowed, and the surging aura of a Martial Saint around him paused slightly before he loudly questioned him.

"Who goes there?"

The masked man's voice was hoarse and rough, like sand rubbing against each other, without any emotional fluctuation.

"Our organization, the Secret Realm Protection Organization, would like to discuss a deal with you all."

Miyamoto Kojiro tightened his grip on the sword slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"A secret realm protection organization?"

In his memory, this force acted in secrecy and rarely appeared in public.

Their sudden appearance in this sea area today has a clear purpose and is obviously premeditated.

Lin Ran raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains from the corner of his lips, his white robes fluttering in the wind, his expression calm and undisturbed.

"What kind of deal?"