Chapter 1051: Lend a Hand

On the sea horizon where the person who fell into water was struggling, faintly several streaks of light, extremely fast and carrying a hostile aura, tore through the rain and rushed toward this side! Killing intent palpable!

Pursuit!

Han Wuxian instantly understood. This severely injured cultivator who fell into water was being hunted! And the pursuers were already close at hand!

To save or not to save?

In his current state of exhausted essence, even self-preservation was a problem; acting rashly would be like drawing fire upon himself. Once the aura of the Myriad Bones Giant Sword was exposed, it would invite endless trouble.

"Who exactly is this person?" Han Wuxian frowned.

"Hmph!" A flash of icy resolve crossed Han Wuxian's eyes. He urgently needed information and recovery; this severely injured cultivator might be the key! More importantly, the pursuers… seemed not impossible to oppose; at least, they were far inferior to the things on the Metal Plains!

He took a deep breath, enduring the tearing pain in his arms and the weight of the Myriad Bones Giant Sword, then plunged into the water! His movement was soundless, like an injured yet still deadly sea python, swiftly swimming toward the cultivator about to sink.

On the sea surface, the several streaks of light from the pursuers were now clearly visible: three cultivators riding flying shuttles, dressed in uniform black tight clothing, with ferocious smiles on their faces. The leader held a flickering azure-chilled Water-Splitting Spike, his spirit pressure clearly reaching mid-Golden Core.

"Hehe, Xiao, run! Why aren't you running? Even if you're a peak Void Refinement cultivator struck by the Sect Master's Profound Yin Bone-Piercing Needle, you'll still feed the fish today!" The black-clad leader laughed eerily, pointing his Water-Splitting Spike toward the cultivator's silhouette about to be completely submerged, the azure light ebbing and flowing, clearly about to deliver the final blow.

Just as he was about to strike!

Splash!

A huge, ink‑dark shadow surged up from the sea beneath the drowning cultivator, breaking the surface! The resulting wave instantly lifted the dying cultivator's body a little.

It was not a sea beast!

But a…… terrifying giant sword, huge enough to choke, broken, its entire body covered in dark‑gold blood‑red ferocious patterns! Even though only a small section of the blade and the broken hilt protruded from the water, it exuded a heavy, icy killing intent that seemed able to freeze souls! The seawater around the blade strangely condensed into tiny ice crystals.

What made the three black‑clad men's pupils contract even more was that, behind the hilt of that terrifying giant sword, a figure drenched in blood, with ferocious wounds and barely human shape, like an Asura crawling out of hell, fixed them with a pair of icy, emotionless crimson eyes.

"Scram."

A hoarse, low word, seeming to carry the sound of metal friction, pierced the drizzling rain and waves, clearly entering the ears of the three black‑clad men. There was no threat, no intimidation—only a pure, death‑declaring icy will.

The leader's ferocious smile froze instantly; a chill surged from his soles to the crown of his head! The aura emanating from that giant sword almost froze his spirit power! That Blood‑Man‑like figure, though his aura was weak and chaotic, gravely wounded and near death, yet his eyes… those eyes and that sword made him feel he faced not a person, but a primeval ferocious beast freshly crawled from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ready to devour anyone at any moment!

"What… what is this?!" a black‑clad man beside him stammered.

"He's a tough nut! All together, take him down!" The leader black‑clad man suppressed his fear and shouted loudly; his Water‑Splitting Spike's azure light surged, turning into a piercing cold blade that thrust first at the blood‑shadow behind the giant sword! The other two also gritted their teeth, activating their artifacts, two dark lights following close behind!

Facing the three fierce attacks, Han Wuxian's eyes showed no flicker. He didn't even swing that terrifying giant sword.

He simply gripped the sword hilt with both hands and exerted slight force.

Hum!

The dark‑gold blood patterns on the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's blade suddenly flared!

An intangible, extremely heavy killing intent, like a substantive shockwave, exploded outward from the giant sword's center!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The three incoming streaks of artifact light, like striking an intangible wall forged from countless vengeful spirits—the Wall of Sighs—instantly dimmed, emitted mournful cries, and their advance was forcibly halted in midair!

Those three black‑clad cultivators were struck as if by a heavy hammer! Their Sea of Consciousness was smashed by an icy great hammer; their vision instantly darkened, blood and qi surged, and their spirit power stalled! Even their flying shuttles lost control, violently shaking in the air!

"Ugh!"; the weakest among them spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly falling from his flying shuttle.

Just a single will‑impulse! It blocked the attacks of the three Golden Core cultivators and damaged their minds!

Han Wuxian didn't even glance at the three black‑clad men subdued by the shock. He extended his left arm, wounded and scarred down to almost bare bone, and seized the nape of the unconscious Fallen Star Alliance cultivator floating on the sea surface, as if picking up a torn sack.

Then, his icy gaze swept over the three terrified black‑clad men; he embraced the giant sword, dragged the unconscious cultivator, and slowly sank into the cold sea, leaving only ripples on the surface and an lingering, soul‑shivering aura of terrifying killing intent.

The three black‑clad men froze mid‑air, faces ashen, cold sweat soaking their backs, gazing at the sea surface that had calmed yet seemed to hide an ultimate danger—none dared to give chase!

"Boss… boss… what… what kind of monster is that?" one asked, voice trembling.

The leader black‑clad man stared fixedly at the sea surface, his eyes full of fear and dread; after a long while he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "…Run! Leave this place immediately! Report… that Lin was rescued by someone… holding a Terrifying Blood Demon with a Broken Mountain Giant Sword!" He dared not linger, turned his flying shuttle and fled madly back the way he came without looking back. The other two, like startled birds, followed closely, instantly vanishing into the rain‑filled horizon.

In the deep seabed, Han Wuxian clung to the Myriad Bones Giant Sword, sinking like a heavy anchor. His left hand dragged the unconscious cultivator, his icy gaze scanning the dark seabed. The faint response of the Star Pivot Fragments and the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's sensitivity to energy fluctuations let him quickly locate a concealed submarine trench where energy was relatively chaotic, showing signs of undersea volcanic activity.

He headed in that direction, moving silently. Every step tugged at his wounds, but his eyes remained icy and resolute. Saving this person was his first step back into the Dongxing Sea Region, and the key to gaining information and restoring his strength. As for those three pursuers frightened out of their wits… they were merely a few noisy ants, not worth wasting any of his strength.

In the icy seawater, only the faint scrape of the giant sword sinking into sand and his heavy, slow heartbeat could be heard. New crises and opportunities had already begun to unfold, silently, in this familiar yet strange sea region.