Chapter 7369
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The raging sea wind, carrying a salty, fishy smell, violently whipped Xiao Chen's black hair across his forehead, revealing a pair of eyes that were cold to the extreme...
There was not a trace of superfluous emotion in it, only a chilling killing intent that could burn the heavens and the earth, like ice frozen for ten thousand years, or like magma surging beneath the surface.
Behind him, an ancient longsword was slung across his shoulder. The scabbard gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the dim light. Wisps of sword energy were hidden but not released, yet they already made the surrounding air feel slightly slicing.
Towering waves are its mount, and a gloomy sky is its curtain.
The violent forces of man and nature intertwined strangely within him, achieving a perfect balance. He was like a sea god patrolling the blue waves, or a demon god riding the waves, his overwhelming power causing the entire sea to tremble!
“Xiao…Xiao Chen! It’s that Xiao Chen!” Finally, someone broke free from extreme fear and recognized the figure riding the waves. Their voice was so sharp it almost cracked, filled with undisguised shock.
Liu Ming's pupils behind the mask suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his fingers gripping the sword tightened sharply, his knuckles turning white like jade, a crisp "crunching" sound coming from his knuckles, revealing the turmoil in his heart.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
In less than an hour! How could he possibly have located this deserted island so precisely? Not to mention the terrifying power to walk on the sea and ride the waves... This is a skill that no ordinary Celestial Realm martial artist could possess!
Just as his mind trembled violently and his breathing became disordered, that terrifying figure that was "one with the wave" had already approached the deserted island by less than a hundred meters!
The last giant wave beneath Xiao Chen's feet shattered with a deafening roar at the edge of the reef area. White foam filled the air like a collapsing white wall of water. Amidst the mist, his figure, like a black lightning bolt breaking free from gravity, soared into the sky with the force of the collapsing waves!
Her clothes fluttered, slicing through the sky with a sharp, piercing whistle, and a sharp arc suddenly swept across the dim light.
"boom……!!!"
A loud bang erupted, not the splash of water, but the dull rumble of a heavy object hitting the steel deck!
Xiao Chen fell like a meteor, landing heavily in the center of the abandoned cargo ship's main deck, right next to the burning gasoline drum barbecue grill.
The deck suddenly sank, the steel frame groaning under the weight, and scattered beer bottles and food scraps tumbled to the ground with a jarring crash.
The flames of the barbecue grill were suppressed by the strong wind that accompanied his landing, dimming instantly. The next second, they shot up more than half a meter high with a "whoosh," the flames licking the gloomy air and making his tall and proud figure even clearer.
On the deck, there was a deathly silence.
All the members of the Extreme Yin Island were struck dumb, frozen in place, forgetting to even raise their weapons. The drunkenness, arrogance, and ease on their faces were completely replaced by a ghostly horror and bewilderment.
Some people's legs went weak, and they uncontrollably took half a step back, staggering; others' teeth chattered, making a soft "clucking" sound.
Only the howling sea wind, the roar of the waves crashing against the shore, and the occasional crackling of charcoal fires in the gasoline drums stood out starkly against the deathly silence.
Xiao Chen slowly straightened up.
He didn't even spare a glance for the enemies around him who were on high alert. His gaze swept across the deck, past the scattered bottles and leftovers, and finally settled precisely on the rusty iron door leading to the lower deck... Behind that door was the person he was looking for.
Having done all this, he slightly turned his head, his icy gaze piercing through the crowd and landing on the figure high at the bow of the ship, wearing a demon mask and exuding the coldest aura. His face remained expressionless, only the lingering crimson-gold embers deep within his eyes burned coldly in the dim light, revealing a world-destroying determination that was willing to perish together with others.
“Time,” he began, his voice not loud, yet carrying a penetrating power that cut through everything, clearly overwhelming the wind and waves, drilling into everyone’s ears, each word like an ice bead falling to the ground, a chill running up the spine and straight to the top of the head, “It shouldn’t have arrived yet.”
Liu Ming's hand holding the sword trembled almost imperceptibly. Fine beads of cold sweat had seeped from the temple behind the mask, sliding down his cheeks.
In an instant, torrential rain poured down like a waterfall, lightning tore through the dark night, and black ocean freighters on the sea heaved violently in the waves, as if they could be capsized at any moment.
On the deck, more than a dozen figures dressed in black tactical uniforms stood like sculptures, with only the "tap-tap" of raindrops hitting the metal and the rolling thunder in the distance intertwining into a net.
There were no footsteps, no breathing.
A figure appeared out of thin air on the ship's side, as if he had always been there, only to have just emerged from the darkness. Rainwater evaporated into mist three inches from his body, and the hem of his black trench coat fluttered in the wind, yet not a single drop of rain soaked it.
“I said,” his voice was not loud, but it pierced through the storm and was clearly etched into everyone’s ears, with an undeniable certainty, “you cannot escape this sea.”
Liu Ming's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his composure. He made a sudden gesture and shouted sharply, "Take him down!"
More than ten figures shot out like ghosts, wielding not traditional swords, but special alloy short blades with a faint blue energy pattern. The blades tore through the rain and stabbed at the person at the bow of the ship from all directions, blocking all escape routes.
Xiao Chen's gaze didn't even sweep over these people. He simply raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers spread wide, and gently clenched it towards the surging crowd.
"Om..."
The air seemed to freeze and compress in that instant, and an invisible wall of air suddenly formed. All the figures poised in mid-air froze instantly, as if they had crashed into an impenetrable wall. Then, an overwhelming force pressed in from all directions!
The faint, almost inaudible creaking of bones straining under the weight was enough to send shivers down one's spine and make one's teeth ache.
The next second, more than ten people were like stones gripped by an invisible giant hand, flying backward in different directions and crashing heavily onto containers or ship railings with dull thuds. They fell silent after landing, their fate unknown.
Liu Ming's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he gripped a controller that was flashing red light tightly in his hand. His voice trembled as he asked, "How did you find this place? We've blocked all signals!"
Xiao Chen's gaze finally fell on him, his eyes indifferent as ice, as if he were looking at an inanimate object. He didn't answer this unnecessary question, but calmly stated a number: "You have thirty seconds left."
Before he could finish speaking, the deck beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and spiderweb-like fissures spread rapidly. Xiao Chen's figure plummeted vertically like a meteor, heading straight for the lower cabin!
"boom!"
He grabbed the edge of the heavy alloy isolation door in the hold with one hand and ripped it off, sending it crashing heavily against the wall with a deafening thud. A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, making his throat tighten.
Inside the cabin, several wounded members of the Western Martial Arts Army, bound by strong chains, suddenly looked up, their cloudy eyes flashing with a light of despair. (End of Chapter)