Journey to the Mysterious Sea

When the Emperor of Chu heard this, his face, which was originally as calm as a peaceful lake, suddenly showed a deep and thick look of doubt, like thick ink. His eyes, as sharp and deep as those of an eagle, narrowed slightly, like two sharp blades about to be unsheathed, flashing with cold light, and the light of doubt contained in them was like the stars that flickered in the dark night, mysterious and unpredictable. He blinked subconsciously, and that slight movement seemed to carry a thousand pounds of pressure, making the air around him seem to become heavy. His tone was full of undisguised disdain, and he said contemptuously: "Just relying on you guys who are as insignificant as ants, you also want to put me to death? Don't you know how much you weigh? It's just a foolish dream, a fantasy!" Those words were like gusts of cold wind, blowing coldly through the hearts of everyone present.

Wang Xunhai struggled to stand up from the ground. His body was shaking slightly. Although the shaking was small, it made people clearly feel the great pain he was enduring. His body was like dry grass swaying in the wind, and it seemed that he might fall down again in the next second, like a candle in the wind, swaying. He stretched out his scarred hand. The wounds on his hand were crisscrossed, and the new wounds and old scars were intertwined with each other, like a cruel picture scroll, which was shocking. His finger joints turned white due to the force, and the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged like earthworms. He gently placed his hand on the blade of the sword that was deeply inserted into his chest. At that moment, his hand was ruthlessly cut by the extremely sharp blade, and a stream of blood gushed out like a fountain, flowing along the wound and quickly dyeing his clothes red. The blood dripped onto the ground drop by drop, forming a small and shocking pool of blood, which was like a blooming red lotus, exuding the breath of death. The blood spread on the ground, like a sad melody, telling the suffering he had endured.

Guang Shichen watched this scene in horror, his eyes were full of fear and panic, and the fear spread rapidly like a plague, occupying his entire body and mind. His pupils shrank sharply, and his face instantly turned pale as paper. He involuntarily took a few steps back, and the hilt of the sword in his hand loosened. The sound of the hilt falling to the ground was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere, as if the bell of fate was ringing. His steps were unsteady, and he stepped back "dengdengdeng", as if he had lost his center of gravity, and his whole body seemed extremely uncoordinated. In the end, he sat down heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The dust spread in the air, like a hazy veil, covering his terrified face. His face was full of panic, and his eyes revealed a deep fear of Wang Xunhai, as if Wang Xunhai in front of him was a demon from hell, exuding endless horror. His lips trembled, and he muttered to himself: "This... How is this possible..."

However, Wang Xunhai seemed to be unaware of it, as if he could not feel the pain in his body that was surging like a tide. He walked forward step by step firmly, and each step seemed so heavy and powerful, as if he was not walking on solid ground, but on a road full of thorns. His eyes revealed a firm belief, which was an unyielding and resistance to fate. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of determination and madness in that smile, as if mocking fate. He said, "Emperor Chu, my methods are far more than these, you can slowly taste the pain." After that, he suddenly took out the clay pot bombs that had been prepared from his arms. The surface of the clay pot bomb was rough and bumpy, exuding a creepy and dangerous atmosphere, as if it was an invitation from hell. The patterns on the clay pot bomb were intricate, and seemed to contain some mysterious power. He threw it directly to the Emperor Chu in the sky without hesitation, and the action was decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

There was a deafening roar of "boom", and the sound was like thousands of war drums beating at the same time, shaking the world. The sound seemed to tear the whole world apart, making people terrified. With billowing smoke rising like a black dragon, it spread towards the sky with its fangs and claws, and instantly dyed the whole sky black. The thick smoke rolled like a ferocious beast, wantonly devouring everything around it. The dazzling flames instantly illuminated the entire sky. The light was dazzling, but it carried an endless breath of destruction. The flames were like sharp swords, piercing the dark sky and illuminating the whole world like daylight. Waves of violent explosions bloomed brilliantly in the sky, like blooming flowers of death, beautiful but deadly. The explosion was so powerful that the surrounding air was instantly heated, forming a powerful heat wave that swept around. Emperor Chu was in the golden light. He was full of confidence and thought he could control everything, but he was not spared from the sudden explosion and was affected by the aftermath of the explosion. His body trembled violently, as if he was hit hard by an invisible huge force, and his whole body shook involuntarily. His clothes were torn to pieces by the impact of the explosion and fluttered in the wind. He couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the blood drew an arc in the air, like a red rainbow, and then fell down. The blood was like red gems, flashing strange light under the reflection of the fire. There was a look of astonishment on his face, and his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was questioning the heavens why such a situation had occurred. He blinked and said in a trembling voice: "How could this happen?"

This time, the Chu Emperor's face was truly filled with surprise, and his heart was filled with shock and confusion. You know, in his cognition, ordinary clay pot bombs, which he considered to be a low-level offensive method, could not cause any harm to a strong man like him. However, at this moment, he truly felt the severe pain in his body, and the severe pain was like a sharp blade, cutting his body wantonly. The pain came in waves like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. This was really shocking, as if it broke the common sense of the world, and his originally firm belief was shaken at this moment. There was a trace of confusion and fear in his eyes, as if the world he was familiar with suddenly became strange at this moment.