Journey to the Mysterious Sea

An extremely serious and solemn expression suddenly appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's face. That expression seemed to be frost that had condensed over thousands of years, cold and hard, as if the air around him was frozen firmly under his influence, and the chill was piercing, making people shudder. In his deep eyes, the sharp light was like the stars in the cold night, flashing with a cold luster, revealing an unquestionable majesty. Anyone who took a quick glance at him would be afraid and dare not look at him easily, as if his eyes had the terrible power to penetrate people's souls.

The hand that was tightly holding the sword in his hand had turned pale due to excessive force, and the blue veins were bulging like a dragon, clearly showing in front of everyone. The sword in his hand seemed to carry all his life and hope, and was the only meaning of his existence in this world. He slowly raised the sword, his movements were steady and firm, as if with this movement, the whole world fell into a state of solidification. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Wang Xunhai in front of him without deviation. The cold light flashing on the tip of the sword was like the cold and ruthless gaze of the god of death, which made people shudder, as if their lives would be ruthlessly taken away by it in the next moment.

Zhen Yuanzi's voice contained an uncontrollable anger and grief, just like the surging waves of a river, violently impacting the hearts of everyone present. He roared in anger: "Why did you kill my friend!" The voice kept echoing in the empty air, full of endless questions and strong condemnation. Every word was like a powerful heavy bomb, exploding in this originally silent space, strongly shaking everyone's mind and making their souls tremble involuntarily.

Wang Xunhai glanced at Zhang Tianzun's lifeless body with an expressionless face. His eyes were like a bottomless cold ice cave, without even the slightest ripple. It was so cold that people felt as if they were in a desperate situation of ice and snow, and even the blood in their bodies seemed to be completely frozen. He said coldly: "Your friend came here and tried to kill me, and also wanted to rob me of my things. Such a bad behavior, shouldn't he die?" His words were full of indifference and disdain, as if all this was natural and unquestionable, without revealing the slightest guilt or regret. The voice was as calm as a lake without ripples, but it also carried an irresistible sense of oppression, just like the towering and heavy mountains, which made people almost breathless.

When Zhen Yuanzi heard this, he was struck by lightning, as if he was frozen in place by a mysterious force. His mind went blank for a moment, and he had no idea how to respond. His eyes revealed a trace of confusion and pain, which was disbelief at the cruel reality before him, and despair for the precious friendship. He stared at Wang Xunhai blankly, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, as if at this moment, all the words became so pale and powerless, and could not express the complex emotions deep in his heart.

Then, he shook his head indifferently, his voice low and suppressed, as if squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty: "You have done things so decisively, from now on, there is only hatred between us, and there is no friendship to talk about." Every word is full of deep helplessness and determination, as if it is his final judgment on this friendship that he once regarded as precious. There is no hesitation or nostalgia in his eyes, only endless cold hatred, that hatred is like a blazing fire, burning his heart crazily, making him miserable.

Wang Xunhai's eyes were full of disdain, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, full of contempt and arrogance. He sneered, "There is no friendship between us. This is just your wishful and foolish idea." His words were like a sharp blade, piercing Zhen Yuanzi's heart. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, which was full of ridicule and sarcasm towards Zhen Yuanzi, as if he was mocking his naivety and ignorance.

After that, Wang Xunhai drew out the sword on his back without hesitation. The sword flashed with a bone-chilling cold light, like a cold moon in the dark night sky, exuding a terrifying aura that made people tremble with fear. On the sword, the lines were clearly visible. Those mysterious lines seemed to be ancient runes, containing endless mysterious power, which would make people feel afraid just by looking at them. He pointed the sword straight at Zhen Yuanzi in front of him, and said loudly in a voice as loud as a ringing bell: "If you want to fight, then fight. I will accompany you to the end!" The voice resounded through the sky, showing his firm determination to never retreat. His eyes were filled with a strong desire for battle, and that desire was like a burning flame, as if he couldn't wait to fight Zhen Yuanzi and defeat him completely to prove his strength.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes suddenly lit up with a deep blue light, which seemed to contain endless anger, as if to burn everything in the world to ashes. He gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly because of anger. Although the amplitude of the trembling was extremely small, it clearly revealed the extreme anger in his heart. He said angrily: "Very rude!" His voice was full of anger and majesty, as if a high and mighty king was issuing a final stern warning to the enemy who dared to offend him. The voice suddenly exploded in the air like thunder, making people tremble with fear and panic.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi exuded an extremely powerful aura, which roared like a violent hurricane, sweeping everything around him crazily. The wind seemed to have endless power to destroy everything, and could completely crush everything that stood in its way. His clothes fluttered in the wind, making a violent crackling sound, which was like an exciting war drum, constantly inspiring his fighting spirit. His hair also fluttered in the wind, like a black flame burning wildly, making him look like a great being descended from the ancient god of war. The powerful aura seemed to be about to start a thrilling life-and-death duel with Wang Xunhai in the next second, involving the entire world in this fierce dispute, making all things in the world tremble, as if foreshadowing the coming of the end of the world.