What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

"Shut the fuck up and talk nonsense with me!"

Yang Shuo slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and, relying on his status, pointed at Qi Min's nose and cursed.

"Do you dare to disobey Lord Li's orders?"

He had already prepared an excuse before he came.

"To tell you the truth, this operation is top secret!"

Yang Shuo lowered his voice and stared intently at Qi Huan.

"We need to apprehend a Flying Realm martial artist named Liu Bo!"

"That brat is incredibly audacious! He stole the Lord's confidential information and is now on the run in the waters off Haichuan Prefecture!"

"If the arrest is delayed, your Qi family might not be able to show their faces at Haixinyan anymore!"

"Liu Bo?!"

Qi Zhenhai and Qi Min, who had initially looked reluctant, suddenly shuddered upon hearing the name.

The father and son's eyes widened simultaneously, and the resistance and perfunctory attitude on their faces vanished completely in a second.

Instead, there was an irrepressible ecstasy and surging anger.

During this time, whenever the Qi family father and son closed their eyes, all they could think about was Liu Bo's irritatingly smiling face.

Unexpectedly, this kid has courted death by offending the Lord of Haichuan Prefecture!

It's like God has opened his eyes!

Qi Huan suddenly stood up, his beard and hair bristling. His murderous look startled Yang Shuo.

"Could it be that my banner has been torn down?"

Yang Shuo was starting to feel a little guilty.

Just as Yang Shuo's CPU was running at full speed, trying to think of something to say to make amends.

Qi Huan, who was standing in front of him, turned around and roared angrily at the door.

"Issue my patriarch's order!"

"All guards of the Qi family who are able to move, assemble!"

"Bring out that newly repaired flagship! All spirit ships, charge and stand by!"

Qi Zhenhai's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.

"Even if we have to sift through the entire ocean outside Haixin Rock with a net, we have to find this person!"

Qi Min couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed Yang Shuo's arm and dragged him out.

"Brother Yang! Time is of the essence; speed is of the essence in war!"

"Now that person has entered our Haichuan Prefecture territory, we absolutely cannot let him escape!"

"Let's set off now and immediately blockade the sea!"

Yang Shuo stumbled as Qi Min pulled him, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

He stared blankly at the Qi family father and son, who were acting like mad dogs unleashed from their cages, a row of question marks appearing on his forehead.

What's going on?

Just now, wasn't the Qi family making excuses and saying they were worried about their broken ship?

Why are they even more enthusiastic about arresting Liu Bo than he is?

Seeing the Qi family mobilized as if they wanted to turn the entire sea upside down, Yang Shuo suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

"etc……"

Yang Shuo swallowed hard, muttering to himself.

"The Qi family father and son are working so hard; could it be that they've realized how much Young Master Li values ​​this matter and are trying to curry favor with him?!"

Absolutely not!

Killing Liu Bo was his pledge of loyalty to Li Shao!

A strong sense of crisis rose in Yang Shuo's heart.

I must be Young Master Li's most capable lackey!

Half an hour later.

The Yuanling Boat at Haixinyan Port blotted out the sky.

The Qi family's massive Yuanling flagship, which had just been repaired and sent back by the Bluefin Whale, burst out of the port amidst a violent fluctuation of Yuan energy.

Behind the flagship followed a dozen or so warships of various sizes, sailing menacingly into the vast deep sea.

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Deep within Haixinyan, towering waves crashed violently against a massive black reef that resembled an isolated island, shattering into countless white bubbles.

Liu Bo stood with his feet slightly apart, steadily in the center of a huge reef in the sea, looking disheveled in the howling sea breeze.

Under his blank stare.

In front of me, all kinds of seafood are lined up in a long queue, forming a "seafood feast" that is a specialty of this seaside city for ripping off tourists.

Liu Bo felt completely unwell.

At the very front of the line was a jade mantis shrimp, about the size of a small car.

Its once hard, iron-like emerald-green shell was now trembling uncontrollably.

The jade mantis shrimp moved its limbs and slowly crawled to a spot three steps away from Liu Bo, where its knees buckled and it knelt down on the slippery rocks with a "thud".

It raised its pair of proud, sharp claws, crossed them in front of its chest, and squeezed them together forcefully.

"puff--"

With a muffled thud, a drop of vital essence, radiating a rich, dark golden color, slowly floated out from the mantis shrimp's mouthparts.

Immediately afterwards, a faint wisp of emerald green soul fire also floated out.

After handing over these two items, the Jade Mantis Shrimp seemed to have all its strength drained away, and its originally bright compound eyes instantly dimmed.

It scrambled to the side and plunged headfirst into the sea, not even daring to splash a drop of water. It's unclear whether it died or not.

With lightning speed, Liu Bo uncorked the bottle he carried with him, scooped it up with his wrist, and collected the essence blood into the bottle.

At the same time, he activated the "Burning Technique," absorbing that wisp of soul fire into his palm and storing it temporarily.

Before he could even catch his breath, the second-ranked stinging sea urchin had already come up to him.

This sea urchin monster was covered in highly venomous black spines that were over a meter long, but at this moment it was as docile as a shaved stray dog.

Shrinking its head, it extended two tentacles, forcefully pulled out the thickest poisonous thorn from the top of its head, and opened its mouth full of fangs.

Essence and the fire of the soul emanated once more.

Next up was the third one, a deep-sea bioluminescent jellyfish that emitted a ghostly glow.

It didn't even dare to extend its tentacles, but instead shrank its body and squeezed out its most essential essence, presenting it respectfully to Liu Bo.

The fourth one is a giant squid with eight thick arms.

It clung tightly to its massive head with its eight tentacles, pounded it twice, and coughed up a drop of purple blood and a ball of eerie blue flame.

……

Those at the Thousand-Pound Realm and the Flying Heaven Realm.

All sorts of foreign royal families reluctantly offered up their resources.

It wasn't that there were no alien races that resisted; previously, a Nine Heavens Realm Sea Abyss Crocodile attempted to defy the tyranny of the Bluefin Whale.

Now I'm at Liu Bo's feet, ready to go back with him and cosplay the leather bag, leather shoes, and leather belt.

For some inexplicable reason, Liu Bo felt like he was a worker on an assembly line in the resort's kitchen.

The movements are standardized and mechanically repeated: open the bottle, collect the blood, draw out the flame, and put the cap back on.

After completing this set of movements, Liu Bo turned his neck and looked at the bluefin whale behind him.

really.

The massive head of the bluefin whale was resting on the edge of the reef. Its dark yellow eyes were fixed on the jade bottle in Liu Bo's hand.

Upon seeing the essence blood enter the bottle, the giant whale immediately opened its huge mouth, half-bent its fin tip, and touched the edge of its wide-open mouth.

"Waaah—"

The meaning is clear: Give me the money!