Chapter 602: Sweeping Through Dongying

The ocean waves surged.

A fleet composed of dozens of speedboats sailed toward the ship where Yu Liancheng was located at an extreme speed.

Standing on the lead ship was a middle-aged man of short stature, dressed in Dongying Martial Warrior attire.

This man did not look particularly eye-catching, but behind him stood a ladder cast from refined Iron, a full three zhang tall, and it exuded a sharp aura belonging to a weapon.

The man admired the spectacular scene of the surging waves, his arms crossed over his chest, and a cold, cruel smile flickered across his slightly wretched face.

This person was the eldest son of the Emperor, Tie Ti Shen Sha.

The three-zhang-tall Iron ladder behind him was his weapon.

That seemingly thin and small body was capable of erupting with terrifying power, like a mountain collapsing or a sea overturning.

His cultivation was quite formidable; in the original timeline, he was the one who wiped out Wushuang City single-handedly.

Previously, Jue Wushen was too overbearing, and the Dongying Emperor was too cautious. Thus, although Tie Ti Shen Sha possessed great ability, he found it hard to display, feeling stifled and unfulfilled.

But years of waiting had not been in vain.

Now that Jue Wushen had died in battle, his Imperial Father had occupied Jue Wushen's territory, truly dominating Dongying and becoming the absolute ruler of Dongying.

This time, when the Central Plains people attempted to enter Dongying, his Imperial Father did not choose to retreat again, but instead laid out layers of lethal traps, determined to ensure the other party would die without a burial place.

Tie Ti Shen Sha swept his gaze around, and a cold, chilling smile could not help but curl the corners of his mouth.

The Dongying people on the surrounding ships were composed of a group of experts skilled in water warfare.

Although that Yu Liancheng was invincible in the Central Plains and had wiped out Jue Wushen and thousands of Ghost Yakshas in one fell swoop.

But this was still on the vast ocean; there was no need to do anything else, just sink their ships. They were still ten or so miles away from the Island where the Wushen Absolute Palace was entrenched. He figured that apart from a very few experts who might survive, the rest would inevitably end up in the bellies of fish. As for the remaining experts, they would naturally be dealt with by them.

Even if they luckily escaped to the shore, the number one fist expert of Dongying, as well as countless explosives, would be waiting for him there. No matter what, this ship of Central Plains people had only one path: death.

Soon, Tie Ti Shen Sha could already see the ship of Yu Liancheng and the others.

"Go, sink their ship!"

Tie Ti Shen Sha was very cautious; from a distance of nearly a hundred zhang, he directly ordered the Dongying people wearing tight-fitting water gear to leap off the ship.

Just moments after those Dongying people leaped in, Tie Ti Shen Sha vaguely saw Yu Liancheng on the bow of the ship seemingly take something from his waist and then toss it into the ocean.

While he was slightly puzzled, he saw a winding and long torrent pull out from beneath the sea surface, appearing just like a Flood Dragon overturning the sea, charging straight toward Tie Ti Shen Sha's fleet.

Splash!

That "Flood Dragon" came with extraordinary speed, almost describable as fast as lightning, stirring up countless splashes. In an instant, it was less than seven or eight zhang away from the Dongying fleet, and one could already feel an indescribable pressure and sharp Qi.

It was as if... as if it were transformed from a violent Sword Qi.

And the Dongying experts wearing tight-fitting water gear happened to collide with that torrent of waves.

The waves did not pause in the slightest, directly tearing the bodies of these Dongying experts into pieces. Blood dyed the sea surface red, and then it continued to pounce toward the fleet.

"This, what kind of sorcery is this?"

Tie Ti Shen Sha's face showed terror, but his movements were not slow at all. He took out the Iron ladder cast from refined Iron, tapped his toes on the ship's hull, and swung the Iron ladder, striking toward the water wave with the momentum of Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies. He used all the power of his life in this strike, and incomparable confidence filled his heart. With such a strike, even a small mountain would be leveled, let alone a mere wave.

Facts proved.

He had overthought it.

The moment his Iron ladder made contact with the water wave, he immediately felt an unimaginably terrifying power strike him. The web between his thumb and index finger was instantly shaken until it bled, and his entire person was also sent tumbling backward.

And that wave of water also completely smashed into the ships. In an instant, the ships were all overturned, and all the Dongying Martial Warriors rolled into the ocean like dumplings.

But these people were all proficient in water, and if it were merely falling into the water, it would have no effect on them at all.

Who would have known that at this moment, the previous wave of water began to rotate, its range of influence growing larger and larger, finally forming a vortex that swept all the Dongying experts, including Tie Ti Shen Sha, into it. The waves rolled, and the terrifying pressure that reached everywhere squeezed in. For a time, screams accompanied by the sounds of breaking bones and snapping tendons were endless.

Even more terrifying was that every wave contained a trace of Sword Qi.

The waves were like swords; even with Protective True Qi or hard-body cultivation, one could only persist for one or two breaths at most before being torn apart or crushed.

A moment later, the entire Dongying fleet had disappeared, with only clusters of deep red blood floating, a shocking sight to behold. After another moment, everything gradually calmed down. In the seawater, an object was traveling rapidly, breaking through the wind and waves. It was precisely this object that had caused the waves earlier, killing the group of Dongying experts without leaving a single piece of armor behind.

And this, it seemed, was a sword.

A sword engraved with "Ten Thousand Daos Boundless".

Splash!

Ten Thousand Daos Boundless leaped out of the water. When it landed in Yu Liancheng's palm, Ten Thousand Daos Boundless had already transformed into a jade pendant used for decoration, which he hung at his waist.

In fact.

Being able to achieve the previous scene, apart from the power of "Ten Thousand Daos Boundless" itself, had a lot to do with the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords upon Ten Thousand Daos Boundless.

He had already erased the consciousness of the Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords and refined it. As long as he was willing, he could trigger the twelve Mysterious Yin Sword Intents at any time. The one that contributed the most earlier was precisely the Third Mysterious Yin Sword — Heaven and Earth Become My Sword.

"Xiaomeng, I will go a step ahead. Having been lazy for several days, it is just right to stretch my muscles and bones."

Having stayed on the ocean for a not-so-short period, Yu Liancheng was truly a bit bored. His figure flew up, heading straight toward the Island where the Wushen Absolute Palace was located.

Di Er Meng pouted, but she was helpless regarding Brother Yu.

The pier.

Empty and deserted.

One person was waiting for the arrival of the Central Plains experts.

This person was tall and burly, with his upper body bare, his muscles twisted and deformed, exuding an incomparable aura of tyranny. Although it was only one person, that terrifying aura proved that this person was enough to rival a thousand armies.

——Quan Dao Shen.

This person was the senior martial brother of Jue Wushen, also a disciple of the Quan Dao Shen under the "Fist Sect Orthodox".

Quan Dao Shen had extraordinary talent; after learning fist techniques for only one year, he had already mastered the essence of fist techniques. Later, he roamed Dongying for another year and gained the reputation of "Quan Dao Shen".

Quan Dao Shen had a son named Quanchi. Because of insufficient talent, during the process of learning fist techniques, he was accidentally beaten into an idiot by the irritable Quan Dao Shen. His fellow apprentice Chuanhewu made sarcastic remarks and taught Quanchi a lesson. When this scene was learned by Quan Dao Shen, he was consumed by rage and directly killed his senior apprentice Chuanhewu, making his son eat him.

Later, the Sect Leader Sizawa Quanyi saw that he was so fierce and uncontrollable, so he joined forces with Jue Wushen to poison Quan Dao Shen at a birthday banquet, taking the opportunity to subdue him.

However, Jue Wushen did not kill Quan Dao Shen, but instead imprisoned him in the Quanfen, and through Quanchi, obtained the martial arts essence of Quan Dao Shen, thereby creating the Three-Level Killing Fist.

After the Dongying Emperor occupied the Wushen Jue Palace, he released Quan Dao Shen and promised him many conditions, hoping to kill Yu Liancheng. Quan Dao Shen, longing to challenge experts from the Central Plains, gladly accepted.

Suddenly, Quan Dao Shen opened his eyes, which shot out like two bolts of lightning, his gaze looking toward the sea.

He felt a magnificent aura, like the high heavens and the vast earth, like the great sun and the bright moon; it was vast and mighty, ethereal and vague, unimaginable and unfathomable. It was heading straight for the pier, and its speed was unimaginably fast.

"Haha, well come!

"

Quan Dao Shen rose to his full height and laughed up at the sky. Violent fist intent surged from his entire body like a mountain toppling and the seas overturning, whipping up sand and stones to fly across the sky. The strange muscles that had grown to adapt to the fist shackles now swelled up, transforming his already tall frame into a primordial beast, as if he could blast any person or object in his path into smithereens.

At this moment, a black shadow broke through the air, ethereal and void, appearing real yet illusory; even when it appeared before one's eyes, one dared not be certain if it was truly real or fake.

"Who goes there!?" Quan Dao Shen roared.

The black shadow did not answer Quan Dao Shen, but simply raised a fist high and then blasted a punch toward Quan Dao Shen.

Under this punch, a hurricane was whipped up, and a deafening sonic boom was dragged out; the space before this punch seemed as if it were about to be Broken.

What was even more terrifying was that Quan Dao Shen did not feel the slightest fluctuation of True Qi.

It was as if... as if this were a punch driven purely by the physical body. It appeared straightforward, without any changes, but that tyrannical and ferocious nature was something Quan Dao Shen had never seen before.

Facing this punch, Quan Dao Shen actually trembled all over.

Even he himself could not distinguish whether it was a tremor of fear or a tremor of excitement.

But he knew he could not dodge this punch.

Because under this punch, all space was firmly locked down. The only thing he could do was throw a punch.

In the instant he threw that punch, his thick, copper-pillar-like arms swelled up again, and lumps of muscle bulged like Iron. This punch was him exhausting his full strength, draining every bit of energy from his entire body; it was also the strongest, most tyrannical, and most terrifying punch of his life.

At this moment.

Quan Dao Shen's entire being transformed into a fist.

A tyrannical, overbearing fist that could kill Gods and destroy Buddha.

Under this punch, there was nothing that could not be destroyed.

Boom!

After the earth-shattering roar, a radius of over a hundred zhang centered on Quan Dao Shen collapsed and sank. A hurricane swept through, scouring away all rubble and vegetation.

That figure crossed paths with Quan Dao Shen and continued to stride toward the Wushen Jue Palace.

Quan Dao Shen's figure, however, seemed as if it had been struck by a freezing spell, not moving at all, but his flamboyant and scorching aura vanished in an instant, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

Boom!

Subsequently, Quan Dao Shen's entire body exploded.

Blood sprayed out in all directions, every drop of blood containing the most terrifying fist intent, causing the already dilapidated pier to suffer another terrifying blow.

From beginning to end, Yu Liancheng did not even glance at him, continuing to walk forward; only as he walked, his right hand moved, and then screams were heard rising one after another.

As it turned out, the Emperor had also arranged explosives.

Countless explosives.

They were originally intended to send both Quan Dao Shen and Yu Liancheng away together, but as Yu Liancheng's fingers moved, countless fragments of stone and grass turned into Sword Intent, slaughtering all the ambushing Martial Warriors, so the so-called explosives were naturally useless.

The Wushen Jue Palace was located at the very center of this Island.

Following the news that Jue Wushen had died in battle in the Central Plains, the old Emperor had easily taken over this massive force that had once dominated Dongying.

At this time, in a quiet residence within the Wushen Jue Palace, the Dongying Emperor was kneeling on a long table, leisurely arranging flowers. This old Emperor had white hair and beard, his face full of wrinkles, looking at least seventy or eighty years old, yet he carried an air of imperial dignity, his expression calm, as if the sky falling would not move him in the slightest.

The old Emperor's flower-arranging movements were not fast, and each branch of flower needed to be trimmed before being slowly and methodically inserted into the vase. This pot of flowers appeared chaotic and unorganized, yet it gave one a feeling of perfection and naturalness; the distance, size, and variety of each flower had been meticulously calculated.

Beside the old Emperor was a middle-aged monk draped in a Buddhist robe.

This monk was called "Heart of the Profound Monk," the master of Dongying's "Profound Gate," who had followed the old Emperor for many years and had hundreds of Fire Ninjas skilled in ninjutsu under his command.

Heart of the Profound Monk's face revealed hesitation, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Arranging flowers, playing chess, plucking the zither, and blowing the flute are all things to cultivate the mind and body; one must have a calm spirit when facing major events. Only with a calm heart and mind will one not make wrong decisions."

The old Emperor did not even raise his head, yet he seemed to know Heart of the Profound Monk's thoughts.

Heart of the Profound Monk pressed his palms together: "This old monk is ignorant and cannot compare to Your Majesty."

The old Emperor said indifferently: "Yu Liancheng is a major obstacle to my domination of the Central Plains, but since he has come, he will certainly not return. Most people from the Central Plains are not good at swimming and have been drifting on the sea for many days, so they are at their weakest. Even if they can break through the encirclement, their True Qi will inevitably be depleted; you know Quan Dao Shen's strength, and he is waiting for Yu Liancheng at the pier."

Heart of the Profound Monk hesitated and said: "Quan Dao Shen is by nature an arrogant and haughty person, and having been imprisoned for many years, he is even more insane; I fear that by releasing him, Your Majesty..."

"Hehe." The old Emperor inserted a flower and chuckled: "Rest assured, I have already had Huawumen bury explosives along the coast. When they have fought until both are injured and have no strength to escape, that will be the moment they are smashed to pieces."

Heart of the Profound Monk bowed slightly: "Your Majesty's wisdom is like the sea, deciding victory from a thousand miles away; this old monk cannot compare at all."

The old Emperor laughed heartily, his laughter filled with an indescribable sense of gratification.

Having been suppressed by Jue Wushen for many years and biding his time, he was now venting the unhappiness in his heart. Once he finished reorganizing, he could enter the Central Plains and create a thousand-year hegemony; how gratifying!

"Report!" At this moment, a thin, small ninja ran over, knelt on one knee and said: "Your Majesty, the First Imperial Prince and others have lost contact."

"Oh." The old Emperor's figure trembled slightly; he naturally knew the significance of losing contact, but his tone remained calm and indifferent: "Investigate again, and report again."

"Yes."

The scout had only left for a moment before returning in a hurry; even though his face was covered with a cloth, the terror in his expression was still visible: "Your Majesty, Quan Dao Shen has died in battle, and Yu Liancheng is coming toward the palace."

"What!? How could it be so fast?!" The old Emperor's expression changed: "Even if Quan Dao Shen died, there were still explosives; why didn't the explosives detonate?!"

"Subordinate, subordinate does not know."

"Investigate again, and report again."

"Yes."

A moment later.

"Report! Yu Liancheng has slaughtered his way into the Wushen Jue Palace, and nothing can stop him."

"Report! The Master of Fire Wolf Gate has died in battle."

Urgent reports arrived one after another.

Each one faster than the last, yet not a single one was good news.

The atmosphere within the pavilion was heavy, stifling. Though the Emperor still held a flower in his hand, he had no mood to continue arranging it.

A ninja hurried in. "Report! Yu Liancheng has already approached Youge, please, Your Majesty..."

But at this very moment, a figure clad in black appeared within the Emperor's field of vision.

"Stop reporting, this seat has already arrived."

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