Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The King of Chu had great ambitions, and his magnificent passion was like a surging, boundless sea, in which every wave carried his ambitions, as if he wanted to bring the entire world under his control. He was full of confidence, and his firm belief and fearless courage made him like a king who was about to embark on a road of conquest, exuding a majestic aura that could not be ignored. His ambitions were like surging waves, with an overwhelming force that seemed to break through the sky, showing his endless desire and pursuit for supreme power.

He was extremely anxious and could not wait to display his extraordinary and extraordinary abilities. His eyes flashed with a fiery light, as if that light could illuminate the entire world, allowing everyone to see his greatness and extraordinaryness. He longed to use his own strength to show everyone his supreme and unparalleled majesty, so that everyone would be in awe of him and worship him. He firmly believed that his ability was enough to make the whole world tremble and make everyone bow down to him.

At this critical moment, the imperial soldiers who had been loyally guarding him suddenly stretched out their strong arms without any warning. Those arms were like giant pillars made of steel, containing endless power. Those large palms were like indestructible iron clamps, and each finger was like a thick steel bar, hard and powerful. Their movements were as fast as lightning and thunder, and they clasped the shoulders of the Emperor of Chu tightly at an incredible speed.

The King of Chu suddenly felt an unprecedented powerful force restraining him like a mountain. The force was like a heavy mountain, pressing him so hard that he couldn't move at all. He seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, unable to break free. Even the slightest struggle was already an unattainable luxury. His body trembled slightly under this powerful force, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes still revealed an unyielding will.

At the same time, the body of the Purple Vermilion Bird was burning with blazing flames. The flames were extremely hot and violent. The flames danced like a group of crazy dancers, releasing their enthusiasm and power to the fullest. The flames seemed to burn everything around them to ashes, covering the entire world in a sea of ​​fire.

His tightly clenched fist was filled with a rolling hot breath, carrying his full anger and unwillingness. The fist seemed to be a burning meteorite, carrying endless anger and power, just like a rapidly falling bright meteor, it suddenly smashed hard into the face of the Chu Emperor. Zi Zhuque gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open like copper bells, and his eyes spewed endless anger. That anger seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes, and let the whole world fall into a sea of ​​fire. He said viciously: "I don't believe I can't kill you!"

The Emperor of Chu was hit so hard that his face was torn and blood gushed out. The blood flowed like a flood, staining his face red. His face became distorted and terrifying, and his appearance was extremely miserable and shocking. However, after a moment of shock, the Emperor of Chu seemed to have fallen into madness. He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, saying: "You really can't kill me. Before you kill me, you will be killed mercilessly by my men. Look at yourself, you are already covered with wounds and holes, and you still want to compete with me. It's just a foolish dream!"

At this moment, Zi Zhuque's condition was indeed horrible, making people unable to bear to look directly at him. Behind him, there were extremely sharp swords. Those swords flashed with cold light and pierced his body mercilessly. The swords were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, hanging there like that, looking extremely terrifying, making people shudder and shudder.

Blood gushed out of the wound of Purple Vermilion Bird like a spring. The blood gushed out continuously, staining his clothes bright red. The glaring red color seemed to be telling the great pain he had suffered, and the pain seemed to devour the soul of a person. Every drop of blood dripped was like the passing of his life, making people feel a deep despair and helplessness.

Despite this, Zi Zhuque still clenched his fists tightly. His knuckles turned white from the force, showing his inner determination and indomitable spirit. His body was like a towering, indestructible mountain, stubbornly suspended in mid-air. Although his body was covered with scars, his will was still as firm as iron and he refused to give in easily.

He looked a little embarrassed, and his handsome face was now covered with blood and dust, looking dirty. The blood and dust intertwined together, like a cruel painting, depicting the suffering and torture he had experienced. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the Emperor of Chu, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement. His eyes were like a lamb lost in the darkness, unable to find the direction to move forward, full of helplessness and despair. His voice trembled, with a hint of despair and unwillingness, and he said slowly: "The Emperor of Chu cannot be defeated. What is going on? What is the mystery of his body?"

Among the crowd below, Wang Xunhai was looking at the thrilling and exciting scene in the air, and his heart was also shocked to the extreme. His eyes were fixed on the battle above, and his eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his heart. That breath seemed to be his effort to find inner peace, trying to recover from this shocking scene.

Then, he said loudly: "You didn't even break the Chu Emperor's defense, let alone hurt his true body." His voice echoed in the air, with a firm belief and awe of the Chu Emperor's powerful strength. His words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a violent commotion among the crowd, sweeping over like a storm.

Everyone was dumbfounded, extremely shocked and deeply afraid of the power of the Emperor of Chu. Their mouths were wide open, and their eyes were full of fear and anxiety. It was as if they saw an invincible and extremely terrifying demon god. The shadow of the demon god loomed in their hearts, making them feel extremely depressed and desperate. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, as if they had lost the courage and confidence to resist in the face of this powerful force.