Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a ferocious beast that had broken free from its shackles. His wild and unruly aura surged out of him like a tide. In his eyes, raging anger burned endlessly. The flames were hot and violent, as if they wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes. He exuded an indescribable sense of oppression, which made people feel terrified in front of him.

His muscles were as tight as steel, and every muscle seemed to contain the power of a volcano, ready to burst out at any time. The muscles were clearly defined and full of power, as if they were a masterpiece of nature. He stood there like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, exuding an irresistible majesty. His presence made the air around him seem heavy, making people afraid to approach.

Wang Xunhai rushed forward with the force of thunder and lightning. His figure was as fast as a ghost, like a phantom in the dark night, making it almost impossible for people to catch his specific movements. His speed was so fast that it seemed as if time had stopped under his feet and space was distorted by his momentum.

His whole body seemed to be enveloped by a layer of golden light, which was dazzling and brilliant, as if a god had descended to earth. This light not only illuminated his body, but also made him appear sacred and inviolable. Every movement he made was full of power and speed, the power seemed to be able to tear the void, and the speed seemed to be able to surpass the speed of light. His posture was agile and his movements were smooth. Every subtle movement contained endless power, which made people marvel.

He raised his sword and swung it down. The sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut off everything in the world. Before an imperial soldier could even react, his head was cut off in an instant and rolled to the side. The scene was bloody and terrifying, making people shudder. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the earth red. The deep red color was like the flames of hell, and it was particularly dazzling in the sunlight. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if a layer of red mist had formed, making people feel suffocated. The bloody smell stimulated people's nasal cavities and made their stomachs churn.

Then, Wang Xunhai waved his arm again, and a powerful force burst out like a surging wave. Another imperial soldier was unable to dodge and was cut in half by this powerful force. The imperial soldier's body was broken into two pieces, and his internal organs and blood were scattered all over the ground, which was a horrible sight. The broken body and the flowing blood formed a picture of hell on earth. The people around were frightened by this horrific scene and turned pale, and retreated one after another. Their eyes were full of fear and panic, as if they saw the end of the world. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their hearts were filled with fear of death.

Zhen Yuanzi witnessed all this from the side. His face was as solemn as iron, and his eyes revealed a hint of shock and fear. He knew very well how powerful Wang Xunhai was, a force that was irresistible. Every move and attack of Wang Xunhai made Zhen Yuanzi feel terrified. He had never seen such a powerful opponent, and that kind of power seemed to exceed the limits of human beings.

But at this moment, he had no way out, he had to face this powerful enemy. He raised his sleeves, and the mysterious power contained in the sleeves flickered. Zhen Yuanzi knew in his heart that this was his last hope, and he had to go all out to have a glimmer of hope. His eyes were firm, revealing an unyielding will, he would not give up easily, even if he was facing such a powerful enemy.

However, the sword in Wang Xunhai's hand was unstoppable, with an unstoppable momentum. With one swing, the powerful force actually cut off Zhen Yuanzi's arm. Zhen Yuanzi felt a sharp pain like a tide, and the pain seemed to devour his soul. His whole body couldn't help but tremble, and his scalp was numb, as if countless ants were gnawing at his nerves. That kind of pain cannot be described in words, and only those who have experienced it personally can truly understand it. At that moment, Zhen Yuanzi seemed to feel that his world had collapsed, and endless pain overwhelmed him.

The anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, and Zhen Yuanzi let out a deafening roar. The sound seemed to shatter the entire world and make everything tremble. In this roar, there was his anger, pain and unwillingness. His voice echoed in the air for a long time, as if he was fighting against fate. He knew that he was facing an extremely powerful enemy, but he was not willing to give in easily. His eyes were burning with anger, which was anger towards Wang Xunhai and unwillingness to his own fate.

At this critical moment, he could have chosen to escape to save his life. But Zhen Yuanzi did not do so. His heart was full of indomitable spirit and stubbornness. He seemed to have put life and death aside. His eyes were full of rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "You want to kill me, how can I be killed so easily!" His voice was full of determination and resoluteness, which moved people. It was a kind of persistence in life and defense of dignity, which made people feel the great power in his heart. His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the haze of fear and showing his tenacious will.

After that, Zhen Yuanzi drew out the sword from his waist without fear. The sword flashed coldly in his hand, as if responding to his determination. He used all his strength and slashed forward fiercely with the sword. The sword was like a violent storm, carrying his anger and unwillingness, sweeping towards Wang Xunhai. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if everything was frozen at this moment. Time seemed to stop flowing, and the whole world was left with only Zhen Yuanzi's sword and his determined eyes.

Wang Xunhai saw this and smiled disdainfully. In his eyes, Zhen Yuanzi's attack was futile. His eyes were full of contempt, as if Zhen Yuanzi's efforts were so insignificant in his eyes. He casually broke off a branch and used it as a weapon to face Zhen Yuanzi's sword. The branch in his hand seemed to have endless power, which made people dare not underestimate it. His movements were relaxed and natural, as if this was not a life-and-death battle, but a game.

With a "swish" sound, the two weapons collided, making a sharp metal collision sound. The sound echoed in the air, making people's eardrums feel stinging. The sound was like the bell of death, announcing the cruelty of this battle. The sword in Zhen Yuanzi's hand broke instantly, turning into countless fragments and scattered all over the ground. The branch in Wang Xunhai's hand also broke under the weight. The sound of the breaking was like the sound of a broken heart, and Zhen Yuanzi's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

At the same time, the powerful impact caused a deep wound on Zhen Yuanzi's face, and blood gushed out, staining half of his face red. The blood flowed down his cheek and dripped onto the ground, forming shocking drops of blood. Zhen Yuanzi covered his face and screamed in pain. The sound was full of pain and despair, which made people feel sad. His eyes were full of helplessness and confusion, as if his world had completely collapsed.