Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The King of Chu was about to open his mouth, but the words were like a torrent about to burst out. However, in that fleeting moment, they were abruptly stopped by an invisible force.

Suddenly, a chaotic and heavy sound of footsteps broke the silence. The footsteps were barely audible at first, but quickly grew stronger in a very short time, like a surging wave rolling in from afar.

The sound was like the rumbling of thunder, coming from far away and getting closer, deafening. Each sound seemed to hit everyone's heart heavily, making them tremble.

Then, a man in heavy armor slowly walked into everyone's sight. The patterns on the armor were complex and mysterious, like an ancient totem, exuding a distant and deep aura.

These textures are not just decorations, they seem to be silently telling the stories of countless thrilling battles in the past. Each texture is like a scar, recording the tests of blood and fire, life and death.

He walked slowly out of the forest that was so lush that it almost blocked out the sun. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting patches of light on his body, making the texture on the armor look even more mysterious and majestic.

Every step he took seemed to carry an indescribable invisible pressure, making the air around him seem to become heavy.

The dust on the ground rose slightly with his footsteps, forming small wisps of smoke, as if showing his power to everyone.

Under this pressure, the people around found it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats, making them almost suffocated.

There was an intriguing smile on his face. That smile was not a friendly one, but rather had an elusive meaning.

There seemed to be endless mysteries and thoughts hidden in that smile, which made people feel alert.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could see through everything, making people feel that nothing could escape his gaze.

He shouted loudly: "This area is the territory of my country Narnia. The treasure in your hand should belong to my country."

The sound was like a huge bell, echoing in the empty forest. There was an unquestionable majesty in the sound, as if it was the will of God, which could not be disobeyed in the slightest.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, making people feel an irresistible pressure.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Chu frowned tightly. The wrinkles on his face were like crisscrossing mountains and ravines, filled with endless anger and dissatisfaction. His eyes were as cold as frost, and he looked at the man coldly, like two sharp cold rays. There seemed to be substantial power in his gaze, as if he could completely freeze the other person's soul with just one glance. He exuded a majestic aura, which was the majesty of being an emperor, and no one could violate it.

Look at this man. The armor on his body is shining in the bright sunlight. The light is cold and dazzling, shining brightly, as if proudly announcing to everything in the world that it is indestructible and inviolable. The material of the armor looks extremely strong, as if it can withstand all attacks. Each piece of armor is polished to be extremely smooth, reflecting the dazzling light, which makes people look sideways.

His face was full of rebelliousness. It was a kind of contempt and challenge to everything in the world, as if in his eyes, everything in the world was just a thing in his hands. His eyes revealed a strong self-confidence, as if he had absolute confidence in his own strength. This person was a very powerful cultivator from Narnia, named Rasumpt.

The face of the Emperor of Chu was as gloomy as water, and it was as if the sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy haze, falling straight down, pressing people so hard that they could hardly breathe, making people feel daunted and cowardly.

His brows were tightly twisted together, like two heavy iron chains entangled with each other, and the deep grooves revealed endless worries and dissatisfaction, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

He said in a deep voice: "You said I should give you this object, but I have gone through countless life and death tests and risked my life to snatch it in that dangerous quagmire. That quagmire is simply a purgatory on earth. The poisonous miasma is like a ghost, floating around silently, making people feel like they are in an invisible net, unable to defend themselves; the hidden traps are like the mouth of the devil, densely packed in it, and if you are not careful, you will be ruthlessly swallowed by it and fall into a place of no return. Every time you go to the quagmire, you will be trapped. Every step forward is like struggling on the edge of life and death. If I make a mistake, I may die in an instant. I have experienced many life-and-death experiences, and have brushed shoulders with death several times. I have struggled forward in the endless darkness and fear, and finally got this treasure. You have not paid a penny, and if I give it up so easily, wouldn’t I be a fool? "Every word he said was like a nail, sonorous and powerful, and his firm belief was as indestructible as steel, and it was impossible to ignore his determination.

Lasumpte's expression was as cold as ice, as if the thousand-year-old ice was standing before his eyes, emitting a chill that sent chills down one's spine.

His hands were tightly clenched around the sword, his knuckles turning slightly white from excessive force. He was so ferocious that he seemed to want to crush the hilt of the sword into pieces. Only in this way could he vent the anger and unwillingness that was erupting like a volcano in his heart.

Suddenly, he raised the sword high up. The movement was as swift as lightning and as decisive as the wind, catching people off guard and unprepared.

What was shocking was that the sword suddenly grew longer and shone with a dazzling light. The light was so bright and brilliant that it seemed like the Axe of Creation, the divine weapon that created the world, had appeared in the world, shining brightly.

Wherever the light reached, the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, and a hot breath spread out. It seemed that the sword had the terrifying power to split the entire world in two, which made people terrified.

Then he let out a roar, and the sound was like thunder exploding in the sky, resounding throughout the entire forest.

The sound waves were like surging waves, spreading wildly in all directions with overwhelming force. The birds in the forest were startled by the sudden loud noise and flew away in panic. The leaves also trembled under the impact of the sound waves, as if trembling in fear.

Amidst the earth-shaking events, he rushed towards the Emperor of Chu with the force of thunder and shouted sternly: "If you don't give it to me, I will take it from you by force!" His eyes were filled with madness and determination, and that kind of desperate momentum was like a burning flame, hot and violent, set to burn everything to ashes.

There was no trace of retreat or hesitation in his eyes. He was as firm as a rock, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. No matter what the cost, even if the road ahead was an abyss, he would not hesitate and move forward.