Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The corners of Wang Xunhai's mouth slightly lifted, and a faint smile slowly emerged, just like a thin veil like mist, gently covering the complex emotions deep in his heart. In that smile, there was a trace of imperceptible contempt and disdain, as if everything in this world was like insignificant dust in his eyes, not worth mentioning at all.

In his eyes, determination and fearlessness were like two intertwined bright lights, hot and firm, like a burning flame. The flame was extremely hot, exuding a powerful and terrifying aura, which would make people feel afraid just by looking at it, and would not dare to look at it at all.

He held the sword tightly in his hand, the hilt seemed to fit in perfectly with his palm, the coordination between the two was flawless. The blade flashed with a cold light, which was like a biting cold wind, emitting a creepy and terrifying aura.

This sword seemed to contain endless powerful force. Just by looking at it, one would feel a heavy invisible pressure, as if the pressure could tightly bind one's soul.

His posture was as agile as a fierce tiger about to pounce on its prey, every muscle in his body was tense, his lines were smooth and full of explosive power.

His body seemed to contain immeasurable explosive power, and it was possible for it to erupt violently like a volcano at any time.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward like lightning. His momentum was as surging as a tidal wave, carrying an unstoppable force.

Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be torn apart violently, making sharp whistling sounds, as if it was wailing in pain.

When the young men of Tianzun Mountain saw Wang Xunhai coming at them with such a fierce and imposing appearance, their faces instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, just like dry grass frozen by frost in the cold winter.

Their eyes were filled with extreme fear, as if they had seen the cruel arrival of the end of the world. The shadow of doomsday was like a heavy mountain, pressing heavily on their hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Their scalps were tingling, and it felt as if countless tiny, crazy ants were crawling around on them, making them feel uncomfortable all over. The feeling of discomfort was like a shadow that followed them everywhere and could not be shaken off no matter what.

Involuntarily, their feet began to slowly retreat backwards uncontrollably, one step after another.

Their bodies were trembling slightly, as if they were trying their best to stay away from this terrifying, devil-like existence.

Their hearts were completely filled with fear. That fear was like an ice-cold and poisonous snake, tightly wrapping around their hearts and making their breathing extremely difficult. Every breath seemed like a painful struggle.

Their voices trembled, and with endless panic and helplessness, they shouted at the top of their lungs: "What on earth do you want to do!"

The voice kept echoing in the air, but it seemed so pale and weak, like a fallen leaf swept by the wind, fragile and helpless.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xunhai raised his head and laughed wildly. The laughter resounded through the sky like thunder, deafening the ears, as if it was going to shake the whole world.

It was full of arrogance and unruliness, as if he was the only ruler in the world, no one could compete with him, and his majesty could not be challenged by anyone. He waved the sword in his hand, and the sword flashed a dazzling light under the sunlight.

The light was so bright and brilliant, like the brightest stars in the night sky. It was impossible to look directly at it, and even the eyes could not bear the strong light, so people had to close their eyes subconsciously.

As he moved, a golden whirlwind suddenly slashed out from the sword. The whirlwind was like a roaring giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws, carrying an endless terrifying power that could destroy the world.

It roared madly forward on its own, and wherever it went, the air was stirred like a surging whirlpool.

That momentum seemed to ruthlessly devour the entire world, and its target was directly aimed at the sword immortals of Tianzun Mountain, with a resolute intention of destruction.

The sword immortals were horrified when they saw this. A trace of panic flashed in their eyes, like lightning, but after all, they were cultivators. After years of practice, their minds and concentration were far superior to ordinary people, and they quickly forced themselves to calm down.

They hurriedly waved the flying swords in their hands, trying to resist this suffocating force.

The countless flying swords flashed with brilliant lights of various colors and rushed towards the golden whirlwind in front of them, like a group of fearless warriors rushing towards the seemingly invincible enemy.

For a moment, it seemed as if countless bright meteors appeared in the sky and fell rapidly, the light was dazzling and spectacular.

The lights intertwined with each other to form a colorful and magnificent picture that made people marvel.

However, when these flying swords collided with the golden whirlwind, a shocking scene occurred.

Those flying swords were as fragile as pieces of paper. The moment they came into contact with the golden whirlwind, they were easily crushed into pieces.

The flying sword turned into countless tiny powders, floating in the air, like a dazzling fireworks show.

But behind this beauty lies endless destruction and despair. That despair is like a dark tide that quickly drowns everyone's hope.

The golden whirlwind was not hindered at all and continued to rush towards the sword immortals with an unstoppable force. In front of this powerful force that made people despair, the sword immortals seemed so small and powerless. They were like lambs to be slaughtered, without any power to resist.

The golden whirlwind was like a ruthless meat grinder. Wherever it went, the bodies of the sword immortals were instantly minced into fine minced meat. Blood splattered everywhere. The scene was so horrific that people could not bear to look at it.

The miserable screams resounded through the sky, and the sound was full of despair and fear, as if it was the painful wail from the depths of hell, making people's hearts tremble.

They begged for mercy again and again, their voices filled with tears, begging Wang Xunhai to let them go. Their begging voices were full of humility and despair.

However, it was too late. Wang Xunhai's ruthless methods put them in a desperate situation. There was no possibility of survival. Their fate was completely doomed at this moment.

In this extremely brutal battle, Wang Xunhai almost wiped out the group of sword immortals in Tianzun Mountain.

The scene was bloody and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood. The smell was so pungent and unpleasant that it made people's stomachs churn involuntarily, and the feeling of nausea came over them, making people feel nauseous.

The ground was covered with blood and minced meat, mixed together, forming a shocking and terrible scene, like hell on earth, which made people shudder.

Only a few sword immortals managed to escape, they stepped on the flying swords and tried their best to fly away in panic. Their eyes were full of fear and panic, and the fear was like a shadow, as if there was a huge demon chasing them relentlessly.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from Wang Xunhai's sight, leaving only a devastated battlefield.