Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's body trembled slightly when he heard this. Although the tremor was extremely subtle, it seemed to generate an invisible force, making the air around him seem to be restrained and stagnant in an instant. He turned around slowly, and every movement seemed extremely slow. Time seemed to be infinitely stretched on him, and every subtle movement seemed to be in slow motion.

His eyes revealed a trace of bone-chilling indifference, which was like the water in a bottomless cold pond, cold and deep, making people feel fearful just by looking at it. He turned his head silently, and his eyes seemed to carry endless coldness, as if they really had a terrible power that could freeze people into ice in an instant, making people shudder.

His stiff movements indeed made him look like a lifeless mechanical puppet. Every move he made seemed mechanical and dull, without any life at all, as if his soul had been completely extracted, leaving only an empty shell.

He looked at the person standing behind him with empty and emotionless eyes. In his eyes, the other person seemed to be just an insignificant existence, not even worthy of the most basic attention he gave.

Nezha smiled slightly, and that smile was like the rising sun in the morning, warm and bright, and seemed to contain endless power and firm self-confidence. That smile seemed to have a magical power that could dispel all the darkness and haze in the world, making people seem to see the dawn of hope slowly rising.

However, in the next second, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. They were like an extremely sharp sword, carrying cold murderous intent, piercing straight at the enemy in front of him.

Suddenly, he kicked forward at high speed. The speed was so fast that it was like a flash of lightning that instantly pierced the dark night sky. In just a blink of an eye, it had accurately reached the target. There was a loud "bang" that was deafening. The power of this kick instantly penetrated Nezha's chest, making a dull sound.

Then, a dazzling lightning bolt, like a sword of heavenly punishment, came down from the sky with a terrifying aura of destruction. The light of the lightning instantly illuminated the entire world, and with unparalleled power, it instantly blew Nezha's body away. Nezha's body suffered this huge impact, and the power seemed to tear his body apart. His body was blown into two pieces. The whole scene was extremely tragic and unbearable to watch.

Shockingly, his upper body was blown into two parts, but his lower body was still intact. The two upper parts seemed to still have their own consciousness, desperately trying to reconnect with the lower body. They kept twisting, and the miserable appearance was unbearable to look at, as if silently telling of endless pain and torture.

When Li Tianwang saw this scene, the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and violent. The flames of anger burned fiercely in his heart, as if to burn his reason completely. His figure instantly disappeared from the towering city wall, and at an astonishing speed, he came to his son's side as fast as lightning. His eyes were full of pain and anger, a kind of grief that could not be described in words and a deep hatred for the enemy. His eyes were full of bloodshot, which was the external expression of his extreme inner pain. His hands were trembling, and he carefully picked up his wounded son in front of him.

Li Tianwang's face showed a ferocious expression, that expression was like a devil from hell, which made people tremble with fear. He gnashed his teeth and roared loudly: "Wang Xunhai, you deserve to die!" The voice was like thunder, with endless anger and majesty, as if to tear Wang Xunhai's soul apart completely, making the whole world tremble violently.

Wang Xunhai listened to Li Tianwang's roar with disdain on his face. His expression did not change at all, as if all this had nothing to do with him. He turned his head indifferently and looked at Li Tianwang and Nezha in front of him with cold eyes. His eyes were full of contempt, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants, not worth wasting even a little energy on. He said slowly: "The power of the dead? But the power of the dead has no effect on me, because I have the power of the gods."

After Wang Xunhai finished speaking, a dazzling magic circle suddenly lit up under his feet. The light was so dazzling that it was like a blazing sun that made it impossible to look directly at it. The light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, as if it was going to ruthlessly swallow up everything on the battlefield.

Above the magic circle, four great imperial weapons slowly appeared, with such magnificent momentum that they seemed to be able to suppress everything in the world. Each imperial weapon exuded an extremely powerful aura, which was like an invisible huge pressure, weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone present, making them feel extremely shocked. Among them, the appearance of the Xuanshen imperial weapon made Emperor Chu and Li Qingfei feel scalp numb, and a deep fear surged in their hearts.

The powerful pressure made it almost impossible for them to breathe normally, as if an extremely heavy mountain was pressing down on their chests, making it difficult for them to breathe and almost suffocating.

With two "puffs", the Emperor Chu's chest was instantly pierced by the Xuanshen Emperor's weapon. The speed was so fast that the Emperor Chu had no time to react. Blood spurted out of his chest like a fountain, dyeing a large area of ​​the ground red.

The blood was like a bunch of gorgeous flowers in full bloom, blooming a strange and gorgeous color on the earth. The Chu Emperor spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood drew a striking arc in the air, which was particularly dazzling. His eyes were full of surprise and fear, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, as if he could not accept this sudden fatal blow. Under the torture of this severe pain, the Chu Emperor roared, and the voice was full of unwillingness and anger. His voice was like a wounded ferocious beast, roaring in despair. He wanted to exert his last strength and tried to use the Red Dragon Emperor in his hand to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

However, Wang Xunhai kicked him mercilessly, with a force as powerful as a tidal wave, surging and unstoppable. The Emperor of Chu was kicked out like a weightless bag of flour. His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The dust spread out like a thick curtain, deeply covering the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle, making people feel terrified by the tragic scene.