Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On Wang Xunhai's face, a deep and disdainful look slowly emerged, like a ghost, as if it came from the abyss. That look was like the embodiment of endless darkness, so deep that it was chilling, as if it could suck a person's soul into it and plunge them into darkness forever. His eyes were like a thousand-year-old ice, so cold that it seemed to freeze the surrounding air into ice ridges, staring mercilessly at the people who were rushing towards him like a surging tide. That gaze was like a sharp blade, which made people shudder.

His tone was full of contempt and arrogance. The cold tone seemed to freeze a person's soul into an ice sculpture. He said coldly: "You, a bunch of rabble, dare to be arrogant in front of me!" The voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, with endless chill and ridicule. As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling purple lightning suddenly lit up in his hand. The light was dazzling, like the brightest star in the night sky, so strong that it was almost impossible to open your eyes and look directly. The purple lightning jumped and twisted in his hand, as if it had its own life, exuding a terrifying breath that made people palpitate.

He raised the lightning in his hand, which contained a powerful force that could destroy the heavens and the earth, high up in the air. Then, countless lightning balls appeared out of thin air around him without any warning. These lightning balls flashed with extremely dangerous light, like the tongue of a poisonous snake. Each one seemed to contain endless destructive power, which made people shudder. These lightning balls slowly rotated around him, forming a terrifying lightning electromagnetic field. Any object that approached seemed to be instantly reduced to ashes.

Suddenly, those lightning balls were like enraged beasts, bursting out with extremely violent thunder. The thunder was like a violent storm, rushing towards the densely packed cultivators with overwhelming force. Deafening roars were heard one after another, and the sound was like a landslide, resounding through the sky, as if the whole world was trembling in this roar. The thunder accurately hit the cultivators one by one, and in an instant, the bodies of those cultivators were like fragile porcelain, shattered under the impact of this terrifyingly powerful force. Their bodies turned into flying dust, spreading in the air, forming a hazy gray fog.

In this tragic scene, some of them let out extremely miserable cries, which were filled with endless pain and deep despair, like the wailing of a wounded beast, which made people tremble with fear.

The screams pierced the sky, as if they were the last struggle and cry of their lives; some people begged desperately, hoping to get a little mercy from Wang Xunhai. Their eyes were full of fear and pleading, as if drowning people were struggling desperately.

Their voices trembled, with endless fear and despair, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for life; others cursed angrily, trying to vent the strong unwillingness in their hearts, their faces twisted with anger, like hideous evil spirits. Their curses echoed in the air, full of unwillingness to fate and anger towards Wang Xunhai. This scene is undoubtedly a true and cruel portrayal of the human world. As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. These people finally paid an extremely painful price for their greed.

After Wang Xunhai easily dealt with these people, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were as cold as frost, and he looked at Nezha in front of him without any emotion. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only cold killing intent. His eyes seemed to be looking at an inanimate object, cold and ruthless. Suddenly, he stabbed with his sword. With a "puff", the extremely sharp sword was like a flash of lightning, with deadly force, directly piercing through Nezha's chest.

Nezha let out a shrill scream in pain, the sound seemed to tear the sky apart, his body trembled violently involuntarily, the expression on his face became distorted by pain, and his originally handsome face now looked particularly hideous.

The screams echoed in the air, making people shudder. Wang Xunhai saw this, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug and cold smile, which revealed a chilling chill, as if he was a demon from hell. That smile seemed to be mocking Nezha's incompetence and fragility, making people feel extremely scared and disgusted.

Li Tianwang, who was standing by, looked calm and expressionless as he watched all this. There was no wavering in his eyes, just like a pool of stagnant water, so calm that it made people feel scared. He just stood there quietly, as if everything that happened before his eyes had nothing to do with him. He was just an indifferent bystander, indifferent to the joys and sorrows of the world. His posture was upright, but gave people a feeling of indifference and alienation, as if he did not belong to this world, but was just a lonely existence.

At this moment, a figure as fast as lightning appeared behind Wang Xunhai like a ghost. This person held a lightning spear in his hand, and the spear was flashing with dazzling lightning. The light was as hot as the sun, as if it contained endless power.

The lightning illuminated the surrounding darkness, making it impossible to look directly at it. He exuded a strong breath that was so strong that it made people suffocate. The air around him seemed to become heavy because of this breath, making it difficult to breathe. That breath was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it irresistible. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of anger and majesty. His eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Wang Xunhai, staring at him intently, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

That look was full of strength and determination, making people dare not look into his eyes. Then, he let out a deafening roar like a huge bell, the sound seemed to penetrate the sky and shake the world. The roar, with endless anger and power, made people's hearts tremble. The lightning spear in his hand carried the power to destroy the world and stabbed forward fiercely. The speed of the spear was so fast that people could not see it clearly, leaving only a residual image.

Wang Xunhai noticed something strange behind him and turned around quickly. When he saw who was coming, he was shocked. It turned out that the figure holding the lightning spear was the Emperor of Chu! The Emperor of Chu stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain, standing between heaven and earth. His figure was tall and majestic, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression. His eyes were burning with rage, as if the rage was going to burn the whole world to ashes, as if it was going to completely devour Wang Xunhai. The rage was hot and strong, making people feel his inner anger and determination.