Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The eyes of the Purple Vermilion Bird were like two balls of blazing flames. The blazing flames seemed to burn everything in the world and let the whole world sink into an endless sea of ​​fire. In his eyes, the surging anger was rolling wantonly, as if it wanted to turn everything in the world into ashes. The anger burned so fiercely that it seemed to break through all constraints and swallow the whole world in this endless flame. He roared with all his might, and the sound was like thunder, as if it would break through the clouds and crack the earth. He roared: "Even so, I can definitely choose to self-destruct! As long as I self-destruct, the person in front of me will definitely die without a burial place! You must know that I am pulling four imperial soldiers to self-destruct together. The power of this self-destruction can be called the destruction of heaven and earth. It is powerful enough to destroy a majestic mountain into tiny powder in an instant, without even a trace left!" The voice was full of determination and madness, which made people shudder.

Wang Xunhai was underground, performing the art of transmitting sound into secrets. His words were filled with anxiety and worry, and his voice was trembling: "Even so, you can't kill the Emperor of Chu. Your impulsive behavior is no different from a moth flying into a flame, just going to die in vain, so you must calm down. We should think carefully and take a long-term view to find a more appropriate time and a more effective way to deal with him. Don't act on impulse, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

The eyes of the Purple Vermilion Bird were full of bloodshot like spider webs, and the look was icy and piercing, as if it could freeze a person's soul in an instant. His eyes revealed endless anger and despair, like an angry beast trapped in a desperate situation. He stared at the Emperor of Chu intently, and a low and angry roar came out of his throat. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, with deep resentment and unwillingness, which made people shudder. Then, he raised his fist as hard as steel again, his muscles tensed, veins bulging, as if he wanted to use up his last bit of strength for a final desperate struggle. His eyes burned with an unyielding flame, as if he was issuing a final challenge to fate.

At this critical moment, the Emperor of Chu laughed wantonly and wildly, his laughter echoed in the air, full of contempt and disdain. His eyes revealed a kind of arrogance, looking behind him wantonly, as if everything was under his control. Zi Zhuque also subconsciously looked back at the ground behind him at this time, and saw that on the ground, densely packed Chu soldiers continued to emerge like a surging tide. Their footsteps were like thunder, shaking the earth slightly. The soldiers looked indifferent, as if they had no emotions at all, and their eyes were empty and cold, like machines. The bows and arrows in their hands were pulled like full moons, the bowstrings were tight, flashing with cold light, as if waiting for an instant outbreak. Some held their spears tightly, and the sharp spearheads reflected a dazzling light in the sun, like the sickle of the god of death, ready to reap lives at any time. Their eyes revealed a resolute murderous intent, as if they had put life and death aside just to complete their mission.

Following the general's thunderous order, the soldiers of Chu State raised their weapons without hesitation like a group of awakened beasts. At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall into a strange silence, and the air seemed to solidify, as if paving the way for the tragic scene that was to follow.

Countless arrows shot towards the Purple Vermilion Bird like a violent rainstorm. The sharp arrows flashed with a cold light under the sunlight, and the arrowheads were extremely sharp, as if they could tear everything apart. The bowstring was suddenly pulled apart, and then quickly rebounded, making a trembling sound like the low hum of hell. The arrows cut through the sky, and their whistling sound resounded through the clouds, just like a symphony of death playing between heaven and earth. This sound was creepy, as if it was the call of the god of death.

At the same time, some soldiers threw their spears with all their might. Their eyes were filled with determination and murderous intent, and all their strength was concentrated in this throw. The spears, with a sharp sound of wind, approached the Purple Vermilion Bird like lightning. The spears drew arcs in the air, which seemed to be the trajectory of death, carrying a deadly threat. The air was torn by the spears, making a sharp cry.

Zi Zhuque felt his scalp tingling for a moment, and his eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. The scene in front of him made his brain go blank in an instant. Before he could react, he heard the sound of puffing and puffing, and countless arrows hit his body like dense raindrops. At that moment, he seemed to feel that his body was pierced by countless sharp blades, and the intense pain spread throughout his body like a tide. Every cell seemed to be suffering endless torture, and this pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, and blood was pouring out of the wound like a stream of red, quickly staining his clothes. The originally bright clothes were now soaked in blood, becoming heavy and sticky. The pain was so intense that blurry images began to appear in front of his eyes. He felt that his consciousness was gradually fading away, and he almost fainted. But deep in his heart, there was a strong desire to survive, and his consciousness was tenaciously supporting him, not letting him fall.

After seeing this scene, a trace of cruelty and ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Emperor of Chu. The corners of his mouth slightly lifted up, revealing an icy smile. There was no warmth in that smile, only endless coldness and ruthlessness. He saw the opportunity like a ghost, and rushed forward at an astonishing speed like a ghost. His movements were smooth and agile, as if he had merged with the darkness, making it difficult for people to detect his whereabouts.

The figure of the Chu Emperor left a series of blurred afterimages in the air. His speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping. His fist, with a force that could destroy everything, pierced through the chest of the Purple Vermilion Bird like a falling star. At that moment, time seemed to stop and everything became so quiet. It seemed that the whole world was left with only the fist of the Chu Emperor and the body of the Purple Vermilion Bird.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. The shocking scene was terrifying, as if a picture of hell was unfolding on earth. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was pungent and disgusting, making people feel nauseous and terrified. The blood spread on the ground, forming pools of blood, reflecting the dazzling light.

The surrounding Chu soldiers saw this scene and could not help but feel awe in their hearts. They looked at the Chu Emperor with eyes full of admiration and fear. In their eyes, the Chu Emperor was an invincible existence, their faith and hope. The figure of Zi Zhuque seemed so small and helpless in this bloody scene, and his life came to an end at this moment.