Zongman: Being the leader in the wild world

If you think about it carefully, Prince Water's careless personality might be related to the forbidden land. That place is so dangerous that he has to spend a lot of effort just to avoid them. How could he have so much time to care about the people under his command?

The law of survival in nature is the survival of the fittest. If you are not as skilled as others, there is nothing you can do about it and you will die.

He was born to be the controller of the sea. He only needed to raise his hand slightly and press lightly, and the control of the sea would return to his hands again. The Mermaid King spat out a mouthful of blood because of the backlash.

"Damn it!" The Mermaid King struggled to stand up, but the backlash was too severe, and it was completely futile.

Prince Water looked at him coldly, but he had no intention of killing him. He just said, "Take your people back to the sea, and don't attack us again."

"I don't need your hypocrisy!" The Mermaid King roared and stretched out his hand towards Prince Water, as if he was making a final struggle, or maybe... he just wanted to provoke Prince Water and make him end his life.

He was already very tired after persisting for so many years. Ever since most fairies chose to coexist peacefully with humans, he had stood against everyone. But... if he could, he didn't want to do that.

What good will it bring to the sea people if they make enemies with so many people?

He knew very well that this would do no good, but what could he do?

If they, the sea people, want to practice cultivation, they must possess pure sea spirits. But in today’s sea polluted by humans, where can they find pure sea spirits?

Without the Spirit of the Sea, their cultivation cannot be improved. Even if they force themselves to practice, they will absorb the filthy Spirit of the Sea, which will not only fail to improve their cultivation, but will also make them go astray and turn them into monsters that only know how to kill.

How many people have died at the hands of their own people over the years?

The parents of the Mermaid King died in such a riot.

The sea people at that time did not know about the pollution of the sea spirit. By the time they found out, it was already too late.

The most tragic turmoil in the tribe's history broke out, and the sea was dyed red. In this blood-red sea, it was impossible to tell who was the "good guy" and who was the "bad guy".

In order to survive, the only way was to escape and eliminate all threats around them, until there were less than a hundred people left in this huge sea tribe.

The scenes that took place during those three days and three nights were simply the Mermaid King’s nightmare. He was still very young at that time, and if he had not been well protected by the servants around him, he would have been killed by his father and mother.

Although he survived, all his servants died. Those were not only his servants, but also his childhood playmates.

He just watched them being killed by his possessed father, king, and mother. He could do nothing, could not change anything. Just like now, he... could not change anything.

He struggled for so long, but it was all in vain. Perhaps - death is his best ending.

If you die, you won’t have to suffer so much.

Father, mother, and brothers and sisters, I miss you so much...

I really want to see you guys again...

Sorry, I'm incompetent...

Really...really, really, I'm sorry...

I can’t save you, I can’t save everyone…

It's really... so useless...

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Did you hear that? I'm talking to you!"

"You human, get away and don't get close to our Majesty!!"

The sounds around him went from blurry to clear. Lying on the beach with his head down, the Mermaid King felt someone approaching him. It was the breath of that human.

"Can you tell me—what happened exactly?"