NOVPUB"The items the Young Master acquired on the Floating Island, we don’t need to check them; the Young Master may take them directly.
I have no intention of becoming an enemy to the Young Master either,"
the red-robed elder spoke, as the aura of the Saint Vein Realm burst forth from his body.
The overwhelming holy power spread all around.
Although he was yielding to Xu Zimei, on the other hand, he was also warning him.
He was not to be trifled with!
"But we are already enemies," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
He paid no attention to the elder’s show of force, his Tyrant Shadow gliding across the deck beneath his feet.
A clear "clang" resounded around them.
A conspicuous white mark was left on the deck he walked upon.
.....
There was a profound silence on the ship.
People stood to one side as quiet as cicadas in winter, watching the confrontation unfold.
"Is the Young Master declaring war on my Ning Family?" the red-robed elder asked, his eyes narrowing.
The immense aura around him spread out far and wide, lingering in the surroundings.
Xu Zimei ignored the elder and turned his head to look at the crowd beside him instead.
He asked, "Does anyone here know how to pilot a ship?"
There was silence among the crowd for a brief moment before a blue-robed young man stepped forward.
With a meek voice, he said, "I do."
"In that case, I can rest easy to kill," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand quivered slightly as if it were thriving with excitement.
Clutching the Curved Blade, Xu Zimei’s eyes were fierce as he stared down the red-robed elder.
His aura grew stronger and stronger, with each of his Vein Gates opening one after another.
"Lun Quan, Xuan Gu, Zhao Yingfeng.
Kun Hai, Illusion Blood, Muhuansong."
And that seventh Vein Gate, "Bi Yuan."
The moment the seventh Vein Gate opened, the holy power surged like a mighty river, tumbling endlessly.
The peak aura of the Saint Vein Realm surged tumultuously.
The elder’s face changed drastically.
Considering he had only just entered the Saint Vein Realm himself.
Seeing such a scene, the red-robed elder didn’t say a word.
He didn’t even dare to fight back, turning immediately to flee far away into the sky.
His speed was extremely fast, trailing after-images that turned into a streak of red light in the distance.
"Think you can run?" Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.
His right hand, wielding the Tyrant Shadow, swung swiftly.
So quick that it almost formed a shadow of light.
The boundless aura radiated from the Tyrant Shadow.
The Heavenly Blade’s radiance exploded in the sky, covering the heavens with blade light.
Then came another "boom."
The blade light descended from above, falling slowly.
To the onlookers, the blade light appeared to fall slowly.
Yet it seemed time froze in that instant.
No matter how hard the red-robed elder struggled, he couldn’t avoid the slash.
A scream echoed in the air, despite the elder’s attempts to dodge.
From his left shoulder downward, a third of his body was cleanly sheared off.
The momentum of the blade light remained unabated, eventually breaking the silent sky, shattering layers of space.
It heavily struck the vast sea below.
A "thunderous rumble" erupted as the water soared hundreds of meters high.
The shockwave spread for kilometers, cleaving a vacuum in the entire sea area.
By this time, the red-robed elder hadn’t perished.
This was the strength of the Saint Vein Realm; the self-healing and endurance of the body were extraordinary.
Opening the Vein Gates was essentially progressing step by step on the Heavenly Path of transcendence.
At the Saint Vein Realm, so long as the Divine Soul within wasn’t shattered.
No matter how grave the injuries, they could gradually recover.
Xu Zimei waved his right hand and the Binding Immortal Lock flew out from his grasp.
He directly bound the red-robed elder and brought him up to the deck.
...
"Bang!"
As the body of the red-robed elder heavily fell onto the deck, he was seen with his eyes slightly closed.
In an embarrassing shout, he said, "Spare me, I admit defeat.
Whatever you want, I’ll agree to it."
For most martial artists, the longer they lived, the more afraid of death they became.
The realm they had worked so hard to cultivate, the future they had fought to forge.
Even the current luxuries of life they enjoyed.
All these were reasons they did not wish to die.
In fact, the true powerhouses, those who really aspire to the pinnacle of martial arts, who are not afraid of death, are only a small minority.
"It seems you don’t have anything valuable enough to redeem your life," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"I am the second elder of the Ning Family, as long as you let me go, I still have some say there," the red-robed elder quickly shouted.
"Does the Ning Family have anyone who has stepped into immortality?" Xu Zimei inquired.
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the red-robed elder fell silent.
Stepping into immortality was not a widespread achievement, how could the Ning Family possibly have such a person.
In fact, on Yuan Central Continent, most of those who had stepped into immortality came from major powers like Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
Among loose cultivators and even some smaller powers, the number of those who could step into immortality was almost as rare as Qing Tian.
This is what’s known as the difficulty for the sons of lesser families to achieve top honors.
"How about we play a game? We leave your fate to destiny; how does that sound?" Xu Zimei suddenly said with a smile.
"What game?" the red-robed elder asked, puzzled.
Xu Zimei smiled, and with a wave of his right hand,
the Binding Immortal Lock in his hand began to move.
The Binding Immortal Lock pulled the red-robed elder into the water beneath the sailing ship.
One end of the chains was bound to the elder, while the other was tied to the aft of the ship.
With the ship forging ahead, the red-robed elder was practically being dragged through the water.
"Within this Endless Heaven Sea, there are many terrifying creatures," Xu Zimei stated.
"I’ll have you dragged behind the ship, and if you are still alive by the time we reach the Northern Continent, I’ll let bygones be bygones.
If some monster swallows you, then you can only blame your bad luck."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, sea water gushed into the mouth and nose of the red-robed elder.
He shouted, "You are so vicious!"
"Best of luck," Xu Zimei said with a shake of his head and a smile.
...
When Xu Zimei turned around to walk back to the deck, all the passengers started thanking him.
One by one, they greeted him, seeking to build a connection with Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei cast a sideways glance, looking indifferently at everyone present.
He said, "You think just because I killed him, you will be spared?
Hand over whatever you took from the Floating Island, and if anyone dawdles, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance to live."
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the originally smiling faces of the crowd instantly stiffened.
Many thought of a saying.
Out of the wolf’s lair, into the tiger’s den!
They had all witnessed Xu Zimei’s decisive methods in killing earlier.
Thus, no one present dared to hesitate, and they took out the items they had obtained on the Floating Island.
Xu Zimei briefly inspected them.
He found that these people hadn’t managed to obtain many useful items.
Mostly, they were just some weapons and oddly-shaped remnants.
However, the Demonic Qi contained in these items could be absorbed by Xu Zimei,
Ultimately allowing him to further comprehend his connection with the Prison Suppressor Demon Body.
After dealing with everyone’s items, Xu Zimei’s gaze became focused, as he stepped towards the direction of a one-armed elder.
The elder looked calmly at the sea; upon seeing Xu Zimei approach, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Truly, every generation produces its own talented individuals," he sighed with a hint of emotion.
