Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Guang Shichen was in a noisy and crowded place, surrounded by noises, but none of it seemed to affect him. He was like a mountain standing in the hustle and bustle, and the noise around him seemed to be isolated by his powerful aura. His eyes were as bright and hot as a torch, so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate all the fog and illusions in the world. His eyes were deep and firm, as if they contained endless wisdom and power. His agility was extremely agile, surpassing the realm that ordinary people could imagine. Every movement was as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water, as if he had already merged with the air around him and reached a perfect harmony with each other. His figure shone with dazzling golden light, which was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it, like a golden sun blooming in the world.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light miraculously transformed into an extremely sharp golden sword. The sword body was flashing with dazzling light. With a thunderous and overwhelming momentum, it rushed towards the vast and boundless sky, as if to tear the sky apart.

Then, Guang Shichen unleashed the earth-shattering Sky-high Crazy Lion Slash without hesitation. There was a loud bang, and the sound was like a landslide, the sky falling, and the ground collapsing. It reverberated in the world, deafening. This extremely fierce attack was like a towering Mount Tai falling from the sky, smashing fiercely on the back of the Purple Vermilion Bird with an unstoppable and majestic force.

The Chu Emperor witnessed this thrilling scene with his own eyes, his eyes fixed on the seemingly crazy woman. The body of the Purple Vermilion Bird trembled violently involuntarily, as if it was violently shaken by a powerful and invisible force. The Chu Emperor instantly understood that this attack had achieved significant results.

So, the Emperor of Chu opened his throat and issued an order loudly. His voice was loud and firm, resounding through the sky like a bell: "Everyone listen up, work together, and launch a fierce attack on the Purple Vermilion Bird like a storm!" His words were like a firm military order, which instantly spread throughout the battlefield. His majestic voice could be clearly heard in every corner.

In a flash, countless practitioners moved upon hearing the order. They leaped up one after another like dragons leaping into the sky, their figures like dazzling lightning that cut through the darkness, soaring into the sky with an indomitable and resolute momentum. Their bodies smashed into the Purple Vermilion Bird without hesitation, and each collision made a huge sound, which rose and fell like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky, as if to shatter the sky.

Purple Vermilion Bird was hit by a series of violent attacks, and blood gushed out of her mouth like a fountain. Her body was swaying, like a leaf helplessly swaying in the wind, and it seemed that she might fall down and turn into dust at any time. Her life force had become extremely weak, like a candle that was about to go out in the wind, and the weak flame could be ruthlessly blown out at any time under the raging wind.

However, Zi Zhuque's eyes were filled with a resolute look, and that firm gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles. She silently chanted in her heart: "You send energy to Wang Xunhai. This is the most critical link for him and me to use the imperial weapon together. You must not be distracted by me and come to rescue me. Even if you watch me die, you must not come to save me." Her voice kept echoing in her heart, like a huge bell, firm and powerful.

Zi Zhuque knew that this operation was related to the outcome of the entire battle, and she could not let her personal safety affect the overall situation. Her heart was filled with firm belief, and even in the face of the threat of death, she did not flinch or fear. That belief was like a blazing fire, burning more and more vigorously in her heart, giving her endless courage and strength.

Wang Xunhai was in the crowd, and the atmosphere around him was tense and solemn. He stared at the last warriors from the Red Dragon Empire with a solemn gaze. Their eyes had long turned red as blood, and were filled with hot tears, which were deep concerns and endless reluctance for their comrades. Wang Xunhai closed his lips tightly and remained silent, his heart filled with a strong sense of mission. He understood that at this moment they were shouldering the fate of the entire empire and the expectations of countless people.

Wang Xunhai took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He just silently injected energy in the direction of the Purple Vermilion Bird with all his strength. His body trembled slightly, but his hands always output energy steadily. He deeply understood that the mission at this moment was as heavy as Mount Tai, and there was no room for hesitation or delay.

At the same time, the soldiers who were fighting fiercely in front of the Emperor of Chu were all brave and powerful. They held long swords, and the swords flashed with cold light, which was particularly dazzling in the sun. Every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if it could cut the air. Their movements were uniform, like a well-trained army, and every movement was full of strength and determination.

The imperial soldiers tried their best to cut off the heavy meteor hammer, which was easily broken by their swords like a fragile branch. The broken meteor hammer fragments flew everywhere, making a harsh sound. Then, at a lightning speed, they thrust their swords straight into the chest of the Emperor of Chu. The speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

The King of Chu was caught off guard and suffered this heavy blow. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting his heart at the same time. The pain came like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Blood spurted out of his mouth like a waterfall, staining his clothes red. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, and the unwillingness in his heart was like a surging wave, churning wildly in his heart.

The King of Chu clenched his teeth so tightly that they seemed to be biting through his gums. The muscles on his face twitched slightly due to the extreme force. He struggled to stand up, and every tiny movement seemed extremely strenuous. In his eyes, there was still a burning hope for the future. That hope was like a flame that would never go out, shining deep in his eyes. At the same time, his eyes also revealed a tenacious struggle against fate. It was an indomitable spirit, as if announcing to the whole world that he would never give in easily.

He was unwilling to be defeated so easily. In his heart, he had a firm belief, which was as hard as steel, supporting his body and making him unwilling to give up. His mind flashed through his past glory and honor, and those past achievements became the motivation for him to persevere at this moment.