Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the towering pagoda, Wang Xunhai's face was as cold as frost, and his icy expression seemed to freeze the air around him. His face, as cold as a sculpture, was expressionless, but it exuded a chilling aura. His eyes revealed a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, just like a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years, cold and deep. Just a glance at him could make people feel as if they were falling into an ice cave, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be frozen.

His voice was like a huge bell, and it was like thunder, exploding in the pagoda. Every word was as powerful as a cannonball, shaking people's minds. He shouted loudly in an extremely majestic tone: "What's going on? Is there anyone who wants to continue fighting with me? If no one dares to fight, I will leave this place immediately!" His voice was powerful and reverberated in the pagoda with an irresistible majesty. The sound waves seemed to have turned into substance, impacting every inch of this ancient building. The walls seemed to be shaking slightly, as if to shake the pagoda.

Hearing this, Li Tianwang was furious. His face instantly turned red, and the color was as bright as a burning flame, as if it was going to burn everything around. The blue veins on his forehead bulged like winding earthworms, showing his inner anger. He said angrily to the pagoda in front of him: "What do you think this pagoda is? You can't come and go as you please!" His voice was full of anger and majesty, like the roar of an enraged lion. However, his voice was still floating in the air like a stone that had not yet fallen to the ground, and Wang Xunhai's figure appeared behind Li Tianwang at an incredible speed like a ghost.

Wang Xunhai's movements were as fast as lightning, and it was impossible for people to catch his trajectory. He slowly stretched out his hand. The hand seemed slow, but in fact it contained an indescribable sense of oppression. His fingers were slender and powerful, and every subtle movement seemed to carry a mysterious power, as if the entire space became dignified with his movements. He gently patted Li Tianwang's shoulder, and at that moment, a bone-chilling chill suddenly rose from Li Tianwang's spine. This chill quickly spread throughout his body, like a cold torrent, ruthlessly washing his body. Li Tianwang felt as if his body was thrown into an ice cellar, freezing cold. He turned around in great surprise, and when he saw Wang Xunhai standing in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was full of astonishment and disbelief. His body involuntarily took a few steps back, and then he seemed to have lost all his strength and sat down on the ground. His face was as pale as paper, and sweat was pouring down from his forehead, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

Li Tianwang's face showed an extremely shocked expression. His voice trembled like a leaf in the wind. He said tremblingly: "How can you enter and exit the pagoda space freely? How is this possible!" His voice was full of disbelief and fear, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. Wang Xunhai's face showed a disdainful expression, as if he was looking at an ignorant child, full of contempt and ridicule. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and he said to Li Tianwang in front of him with contempt: "That's nothing great." The tone was relaxed and casual, as if this was a trivial matter that was not worth his attention at all.

Li Tianwang was shocked. His eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear and doubt. He stared at Wang Xunhai closely, as if he wanted to see through his heart. His lips trembled slightly, and he said, "You are pretending, pretending that we have controlled you, and want to lower our vigilance." Wang Xunhai felt helpless about this. He shook his head with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. His eyes seemed to say how naive and ridiculous the other party's idea was, like an ignorant child making trouble. He glanced at Li Tianwang in front of him and said slowly, "You take yourself too seriously, and think of yourself as a big shot." There was a hint of disdain and contempt in his words, as if Li Tianwang was not worth mentioning in his eyes, like a small stone on the side of the road, insignificant.

At this moment, Nezha stood there with a flaming spear in hand, looking very heroic. He stood tall and straight, like a proud pine tree, firmly standing on the ground. His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing a fearless courage. The flaming spear in his hand flashed a dazzling light, and the flame on the tip of the spear seemed to be jumping, as if it wanted to burn all the evil to ashes. The tip of the spear pointed directly at Wang Xunhai in front of him, as if to pierce him. Nezha shouted loudly: "If you say something rude again, I will kill you!" The voice was clear and loud, with the youth's vigor and fearlessness, and it echoed in the pagoda. His voice was full of anger and determination, as if he wanted to use his own strength to uphold justice.

Wang Xunhai sneered, his eyes full of contempt, as if to say how insignificant the other party's threat was. He looked at Nezha coldly and said disdainfully: "You are just a little devil, I can kill you with just one finger." The tone was full of arrogance and contempt, as if Nezha was just an insignificant existence in his eyes.

Nezha stared at Wang Xunhai's eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool, and suddenly a sense of fear as real as reality rose in his heart.

The fear was like an invisible and huge devil's hand, strangling his heart, making him feel as if he was in a suffocating abyss, almost unable to breathe. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly like a rapid drumbeat, as if a cannonball was about to be ejected from the chamber, hitting his chest crazily. He staggered back several steps subconsciously, his eyes full of fear, blinking in panic, his body trembling slightly like a leaf in the wind, gritting his teeth and saying, "Asshole, I was just careless last time and underestimated you. The next time I fight you, I will definitely be the winner!"

Although Nezha's words were filled with anger and unwillingness, the fear that lingered like a ghost was as hard to erase as a shadow, causing his voice to tremble slightly. He held the fire spear tightly in his hand, and his fingers looked as pale as paper due to excessive force, trying to give himself some courage and confidence, but his shaking hands mercilessly betrayed the fear that surged like a tide in his heart.