Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Inside the tower that is towering into the clouds, majestic and imposing, the faint and dim light is like a wisp of strange and gloomy breath, spreading quietly and silently like a ghost, making the whole tower filled with a creepy atmosphere.

The light was so dim that every corner of the tower was shrouded in a deep gloom, as if plunging people into an extremely cold and dark world.

The air here seems to be frozen, filled with fear and oppression, which makes people shudder. It seems that even the soul is frozen by this chill, making people feel an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

Madam Feng looked as cold as ice, her face seemed to be covered by frost and snow, freezing cold, lifeless. There was no trace of warmth in her eyes, and her ruthless indifference was like the water in a cold pond, so deep that it seemed like an endless dark abyss, making it difficult to see the bottom. Her slender and slender fingers, like iron pliers, tightly grasped the dagger in her hand, with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to embed the dagger into her palm, as if only in this way could she vent a little of the rage burning deep in her heart.

Madam Feng's tone was cold and grim, and every word was like ice beads falling to the ground. She said loudly: "I really don't have the energy to control your many unscrupulous evil deeds, and I really don't want to care how many things you have done that are against the will of heaven. After all, it is your own sin, and God will punish you severely. However, in the matter of trafficking girls, you have really touched my bottom line, especially the girls you trafficked were girls from the Red Dragon Empire. This is something I absolutely cannot tolerate! This is a wanton trampling on human nature and a serious blasphemy against morality. I will never allow such a thing to happen in front of me, never!"

Madam Feng's words were like sharp blades, stabbing those evil people mercilessly and leaving them nowhere to escape. Her eyes burned with righteous anger, as if she wanted to burn these evil people to death.

As soon as Madam Feng finished her words, a flying sword suddenly rushed out from behind her like a dazzling lightning that tore through the dark night.

The flying sword shone with dazzling light, like a bright star, cutting through the darkness in the tower and rushing towards the target at an astonishing speed.

This light illuminates every corner of the tower, leaving no place for the fear and evil hidden in the darkness to hide. The entire tower is illuminated by this light as if it were daytime.

The flying sword was so fast, like a gust of wind and thunder, and in a flash it rushed towards the person on the platform like an arrow.

The man was covered in thick and solid armor. At the moment when the flying sword attacked like a storm, he swung his arm without hesitation. It seemed that there was an exquisite and ingenious mechanism hidden under the armor.

As he moved, the pieces of armor closed together quickly and orderly like well-trained and disciplined elite soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, his face was tightly covered without leaving the slightest gap, just like an indestructible steel fortress.

The tight protection makes people marvel at the ingenuity and exquisiteness of its design. The cold light flashing on the armor seems to tell of its solidity and inviolability, as if this armor is a work of art rather than a piece of equipment for combat.

The flying sword hit the armor plate hard, making a crisp and loud sound. The sound echoed in the entire tower, like a huge bell, deafening and lasting for a long time.

The sound waves bounced off the walls of the tower, filling the entire space with such intense sound that it seemed as if it would burst one's eardrums.

This sound seemed like the collision between justice and evil, the confrontation between light and darkness, making people feel an incomparable shock, as if the whole world was trembling at this moment.

Afterwards, the flying sword was instantly bounced away by the incredible force of the armor and fell straight to the ground.

The sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, trembling slightly, as if a wounded beast was gasping for breath, making low wails, as if telling of its unwillingness and pain, and struggling to survive.

The trembling of the sword seemed like its last struggle, making people feel helpless and sad.

The trembling sword seemed to be telling people about the cruelty and intensity of the battle. The light on the sword was gradually dimming, as if its life was fading away.

The man snorted coldly, his face full of disdain and arrogance, as if he was looking down on an insignificant ant, full of contempt and disdain. He said contemptuously: "You are really nosy and stubborn! People like you who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth and don't know how to live or die will sooner or later become a miserable ghost in this world, die in the underworld, and end up with a tragic end. What do you think you can change? You are just making a meaningless struggle!" His words were full of arrogance and conceit, which made people feel disgusted with his character. His voice echoed in the tower, like the roar of a devil, which made people shudder. The voice was full of disdain and ridicule for Madam Feng.

After saying this, he took steady steps, one step at a time, and walked forward firmly. Each of his steps seemed to carry a great force, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly under his feet, making a dull sound, as if the earth was afraid of his power. His steps were firm and powerful, showing that he was full of confidence in his own strength. His figure seemed particularly tall in the dim light of the tower, like an insurmountable mountain, daunting, and he exuded an irresistible sense of oppression.

Madam Feng smiled nonchalantly, with a bit of calmness and composure in her smile, as if everything was within her expectations. She said slowly: "Maybe today is really the day I die. After all, the opponent I am facing is you. You are the famous and renowned Pangolin in the martial arts world. Pangolin, it sounds like a majestic and awe-inspiring name, a highly respected hero in the local area. But who would have thought that under this seemingly glorious and dazzling hero mask, there is such a morally corrupt and ugly human trafficker. The existence of people like you is simply a blasphemy to the chivalry of the martial arts world! Your so-called reputation is nothing but built on the pain and tragedy of countless people. How can you be qualified to talk about chivalry? How can you have the face to stand in this martial arts world?"

Mrs. Feng's words were sharp and firm, and she fearlessly exposed the other party's ugly face.