Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Jin Xiaofeng was like a furious lion, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs seemed to burst out of his eye sockets, the endless anger in his eyes was like a blazing flame, it seemed to burn everything in front of him to ashes. In an instant, he exuded a violent aura that seemed to be able to destroy the world. The aura was surging, like an invisible and powerful storm, with him as the center, raging wildly in all directions. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be distorted by this violent aura.

Then, he suddenly let out a roar like thunder. The sound was like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky, and making people's eardrums buzz. This roar seemed to contain endless power, and the sound waves were like layers of surging waves, spreading wildly in all directions. It seemed that even the whole world was shaking violently under the impact of this powerful sound wave, and everything around seemed to become small and fragile in this roar. The air around seemed to be solidified by this roar, making people feel an indescribable depression, as if even breathing became extremely difficult.

He stood there like an indestructible sculpture. His feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the earth, blending into the land, as if his body had become an inseparable whole with the earth. His body was upright and firm, exuding an unyielding will. His posture seemed to be announcing his determination to the whole world, which shocked people.

Then, he raised his head very slowly. The movement was slow and heavy, as if he was carrying a huge force. The muscles on his neck were tense, and every tiny movement seemed so difficult, as if he was fighting stubbornly against some invisible force. His eyes were as cold as frost, without a trace of warmth. He looked at Wang Xunhai in the sky without fear. His eyes were full of determination and firmness, as if he was issuing a final challenge to the other party. His teeth were clattering, and he squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "If you don't let my father go, I will commit suicide right now!" His voice was full of grief and despair. The voice seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul, with a power that could not be ignored, as if this was his last struggle.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xunhai's brows knitted into a deep "川" shape, and the disdain in his eyes was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at Jin Xiaofeng, as if mocking his arrogance. His eyes were as cold and sharp as a sword, tightly locked on Jin Xiaofeng in front of him, and said in an extremely cold tone: "Even if you commit suicide, what can you do? After I kill your father now, I will definitely get rid of you. The grudge between us is not so easy to settle. If you commit suicide now, I will save myself the trouble of doing it myself." Wang Xunhai's words were full of ruthlessness and indifference, and the tone seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, as if Jin Xiaofeng's life was as insignificant as an ant in his eyes, making people feel his coldness and cruelty.

Jin Xiaofeng's eyes were burning with rage. The flames were hot and violent, as if they were going to burn his sanity to ashes. His eyes became more and more crazy, and he was shrouded in anger. The flames of anger seemed to burn his body. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "If I commit suicide, the Madam Feng hidden in my body will die with me, hahahaha!" His laughter was full of despair and madness. The sound echoed in the empty sky and earth, and people couldn't help but feel a chill rushing up their spines like a tide. His laughter seemed to be a kind of resistance to fate, a helpless catharsis. The pain and despair contained in the laughter moved people.

When Zi Zhuque heard this, her face turned pale instantly, like a bloodless piece of white paper. Her lips trembled slightly, and her face showed an extremely surprised look, her eyes were full of disbelief, as if she had heard an extremely ridiculous joke. She stared at Jin Xiaofeng standing below, and shouted sternly: "You dare!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a lightning that cut through the sky. The anger and fear contained in the voice made people feel the waves in her heart. It seemed to pierce Jin Xiaofeng's eardrums mercilessly. Her heart was full of anxiety and worry. Madam Feng was her best friend, and she would never allow Madam Feng to die so easily. The determination revealed in her firm eyes made people feel her persistence.

As soon as the voice fell, Zi Zhuque's figure was as fast as lightning and as fast as a ghost. Her figure was like a sharp gust of wind, rushing towards Jin Xiaofeng below. Her speed was so fast that people only felt that she disappeared in an instant. Behind her figure, there was a blurry afterimage, which seemed to be a proof of her speed, which made people amazed. Her eyes were full of determination and determination. In order to protect Madam Feng, she was willing to pay any price, even her own life. The fearlessness revealed in her eyes made people feel her courage.

Jin Xiaofeng's face showed a hideous and twisted look, that expression seemed to be from the evil ghost from the abyss of hell, exuding a creepy and terrifying aura that made people shudder. His facial muscles were twisted, looking particularly hideous, and that twisted face seemed to be telling of his inner pain and struggle. He stood there motionless, like a lonely and stubborn mountain, looking coldly at the purple Suzaku rushing towards him like lightning. Then, he laughed wildly, and the laughter kept echoing in the empty sky and earth, looking particularly weird and gloomy. That laughter seemed to be his last laugh at the world, full of despair and helplessness. The sadness contained in that laughter made people feel his despair.

Then, without hesitation, he slashed his neck fiercely, and in an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain. The bright red blood bloomed into gorgeous and sad blood flowers in the air, like a painting full of tragic colors, sad and terrifying. The blood was like a red fountain, spurting out in the air, and then spilling all over the ground, dyeing the surrounding ground bright red. The dazzling red made people feel the fragility and impermanence of life.

Zi Zhuque looked at this scene in horror, and felt her scalp tingling. She was completely stunned as if she was under a spell. Her eyes were full of fear and despair, and her body was shaking violently involuntarily, as if the shaking was the outward manifestation of her inner fear. Her heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, and her breathing became rapid, as if even the air had become thinner. It was as if at this moment, her soul was violently pulled out of her body by an invisible force, and the despair revealed in her empty eyes made people feel her pain.