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

The inky black seawater churned and rolled, whipping up waves covered in white foam that crashed violently onto the surface.

Several broken pieces of ship plank were haphazardly tied together with ropes, barely keeping them from falling apart.

Right in the center of these broken planks stood a thick section of mast that had broken off from somewhere, standing crookedly.

This extremely rudimentary patchwork was violently bobbing up and down with the waves.

Yang Shuo clung tightly to the rough, erected mast like a koala.

He wrapped his arms around the mast, hunched his body upwards as much as possible, and curled his legs slightly, as if afraid that the soles of his shoes would get wet with the churning seawater below.

His chest, back, and thighs were covered in deep, bone-revealing gashes torn open by the frenzied sea monsters.

What made him most desperate was that during the chaotic battle just now, his storage artifact at his waist was smashed to pieces by a flying silver thorn fish.

I cried out to heaven but received no response, and cried out to earth but received no help.

"What a tragedy!!"

Yang Shuo stared with bloodshot eyes, looking around in despair.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the churning black seawater and the oppressive, leaden-gray sky.

He dared not let go, nor dared he fly.

On this vast ocean, there are no landmarks to stand on in any direction.

If you grit your teeth and try to fly into the sky, once your internal energy is exhausted, you will only end up drowning in the sea.

"I'm afraid I'm going to die here today."

Yang Shuo, with a mournful face, pressed his cheeks tightly against the rough mast, his teeth grinding together.

"Liu Bo!"

"You bastard!"

Yang Shuo lowered his voice and cursed viciously.

He vented all his resentment and fear on Liu Bo.

"Why did you have to go to Haixin Rock of all places!"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess now!"

Just as Yang Shuo was clinging tightly to the mast while cursing Liu Bo's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The wooden plank beneath their feet was tossed high into the air by a surging wave.

Yang Shuo subconsciously raised his head, his gaze passing over the rolling waves, and suddenly stopped abruptly.

On the distant horizon, through the hazy sea fog, two enormous, dark silhouettes could be vaguely seen.

"island?!"

Yang Shuo's dull eyes suddenly burst with ecstatic light.

"There's always a way out!"

Yang Shuo bit his tongue hard, using the pain to stimulate his nerves, which were on the verge of collapse.

He finally loosened his grip on the mast and pushed off the broken planks with his legs.

"boom!"

With his Yuan energy circulating, Yang Shuo transformed into a stumbling streak of light, skimming the surface of the sea, desperately flying towards the two "islands".

The sea breeze whistled in my ears.

As the distance closed, the scene before them gradually became clearer.

Yang Shuo slowed down his flight and hovered in mid-air, staring intently ahead.

I only glanced at it.

Yang Shuo felt as if his brain was being swung hundreds of times by nine iron hammers with red circles on them.

I was completely engulfed in a magical state that was hard to understand.

On one of the small black islands.

alien race!

A dense swarm of alien races!

Those ferocious sea beasts that had just wrecked the Qi family's massive fleet and nearly tore him to pieces were now obediently lining up in a long queue on this small island!

The armored crab retracted its pincers, the deep-sea serpent coiled its body, and the venomous sea urchin withdrew its black spines.

These normally ferocious sea monsters, now like college students getting their meals in a cafeteria, had clear eyes and lined up one after another to climb onto the smaller reef in the middle.

then……

To expel one's own essence and soul fire?

Yang Shuo's eyes widened as his gaze followed the alien group to the center of the reef.

There stood a figure.

The man held a jade bottle in his hand, skillfully collecting the essence blood and soul fire.

"That back view...that outfit..."

Yang Shuo was suspended in mid-air, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing became rapid.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked intently again.

When the figure turned halfway around and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Yang Shuo almost fell headfirst into the sea from mid-air.

Liu Bo!

Liu Bo, the Cangyun Martial Arts student who embarrassed Young Master Li at the resort and was given a kill order by Young Master Li!

"Okay, okay!"

The astonishment on Yang Shuo's face instantly transformed into a near-manic grin.

"It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"

"I've survived countless near-death experiences in this sea, enduring so much suffering, all thanks to you! I never expected to run into you here!"

Yang Shuo had no time to think about why these alien races were queuing up so obediently.

He had only one thought in his mind right now:

Cut off Liu Bo's head and take it back to Young Master Li to claim the reward!

"Give me your life!"

Yang Shuo roared and yanked the remaining half of his longsword from his waist with his right hand.

The Yuan energy within his body circulated wildly, causing the wounds on his body to burst open, spurting out several jets of blood.

He raised his broken sword, just as he was about to swoop down.

Sudden.

"Splash—"

The much larger "black island" behind Liu Bo, which had been lying dormant for so long, suddenly moved without warning.

A massive amount of seawater poured down from that "island," creating a deafening roar.

Then, the "island" slowly rose.

A huge head, as big as a small hill, emerged from the seawater.

That was the head of a bluefin whale.

The giant whale sensed a faint yet hostile killing intent emanating from mid-air.

It stopped chewing the lamb skewers, and its huge, dark yellow eyes slowly turned, locking onto Yang Shuo, who was suspended in mid-air.

"puff--!"

The giant whale's blowhole suddenly spewed out a thick column of water that was hundreds of feet high.

A terrifying pressure belonging to the peak of the Heavenly Sea Realm, like a tangible mountain, crashed down on this sea area.

Yang Shuo in mid-air.

The hand holding the broken sword froze at its highest point.

His pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

The oppressive aura of the Heavenly Sea Realm made him feel as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, ready to burst at the slightest pressure.

"Heavenly Sea Realm???!!!"

Yang Shuo managed to squeeze out a groan even fainter than a mosquito's hum.

He stared at the giant sea monster whose eyes alone were more than ten times larger than his entire body, and his legs trembled uncontrollably in mid-air.

run?

In front of the alien race of the Heavenly Sea Realm, he, a crippled Flying Heaven Realm cultivator, was nothing more than a fart.

Yang Shuo withdrew his murderous intent.

And they tried to salvage the awkward situation.

On Yang Shuo's terrified and contorted face, he forced out a stiff smile that was even uglier than crying.

His right hand, which was holding the broken sword high and was about to strike, abruptly changed direction in mid-air.

The blade flipped, the back of the sword facing down, and smoothly circled around to the back of his head.

"hiss--"

Yang Shuo gasped, then rubbed the hilt of his broken sword against his scalp twice, pretending to scratch an itch.

"This sea breeze is making my scalp quite itchy..."

He mumbled incoherently, trying to disguise his murderous snarl as a simple air combing.