NOVPUBUpon seeing Xumi, Wang Ba couldn’t believe his own eyes.
However, before he could be overjoyed, he suddenly realized that underneath the massive sword barrier, his Martial Uncle Xumi seemed a bit disoriented and abnormal.
"Martial Uncle, you..."
The armless figure glanced at Wang Ba, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He didn’t seem to expect to encounter Wang Ba here.
But he quickly remembered something and said coldly:
"Go."
Wang Ba was taken aback.
Upon seeing this, Xumi frowned slightly, and again quickly urged:
"There’s an enemy, I can’t escape."
"Enemy?!"
Wang Ba was startled and quickly looked around.
But he only saw the calm sea water. Further away, there were the turbulent barriers of sea.
Not even a shadow of a Demonic Beast was in sight.
However, this only made Wang Ba more nervous.
As the peak master of the Xinjian Peak, he wouldn’t play a joke on him. Besides, Martial Uncle Xumi was not that kind of person. The situation must have been extremely dangerous for him to say he couldn’t escape.
He couldn’t detect anything, only proving that the opponent was too clever, and he couldn’t perceive them at all.
Of course, this was also because the surrounding Yuanci power had isolated his Spiritual Sense.
Therefore, Wang Ba had no hesitation at all.
"Take care, Martial Uncle!"
As he spoke, he immediately turned with Qin Lingxiao, changing directions and quickly swimming down.
Upon seeing Wang Ba’s decisiveness, even the usually cold Xumi was momentarily taken aback.
So... he took advice that easily?
Seeing that Wang quickly swam down, and that the enemy’s Yuanci barrier seemed totally ineffective, Xumi, although stunned, was relieved.
"Yao Wudi’s disciple really is unexpectedly like him. I didn’t expect him to come here. No wonder I couldn’t find him... It’s a pity..."
Thinking in his mind, Xumi shook his head.
Given his current state, it was probably impossible to take him away from here. Wang Ba had to rely on himself.
His gaze swept over the massive sword barrier in front of him, and the sword energy lingering beside him.
This Class IV top-grade sword energy was now filled with fine cracks.
That was his Immortal Ascension Dao Secret, also the culmination of his all efforts.
But at this moment, he still lacked the final opportunity.
"I’m still a bit short of a foundation, after all..."
Xumi sighed quietly to himself.
Immediately after, he looked upwards through the gaps in the sword barrier, towards the seawater above.
The sword barrier was being slowly eroded away by the Yuanci force.
He had been pinned down here, and despite being keenly aware of the existence above, he was completely unable to fight back.
However, he had no regrets at all.
The moment he chose to cross the sea barrier was the moment he committed to the path of Immortal Ascension.
On this path, one either lived or died.
There was no third way to go.
Before coming here, he had already put everything else aside.
And that included life and death.
He had hoped to borrow the fists of cultivators from the Three Continents, to borrow the power of the heavens and the earth, to temper his sword heart and progress further.
Unfortunately...
"Hmm?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Xumi was surprised to see Wang Ba, who had just dived and escaped, quickly swimming back.
He was slightly puzzled:
"Why aren’t you escaping?"
"Disciple really can’t rest easy about you, Martial Uncle."
Wang Ba held Qin Lingxiao, and said without changing his expression.
Xumi glanced at the fleeting shadow of a Demonic Beast below.
But he didn’t expose it.
Without saying anymore, he calmly redirected his focus to the sword barrier.
Under the erosion of the Yuanci power, the sword barrier was imperceptibly shrinking.
But at this time, Wang Ba quickly swam closer.
He vigilantly surveyed his surroundings and quickly said without approaching Xumi:
"Martial Uncle, where is the enemy? Can’t you beat them? Why don’t you escape downwards?"
The string of questions from Wang Ba made Xumi slightly stunned, but he soon replied calmly:
"Above, can’t win, can’t escape."
"Above?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba couldn’t help but look above.
However, with the turbulence of the waves, he could not see the situation above at all.
All he could do was quickly ask:
"Why can’t you escape?"
"Yuanci."
Xumi’s answer was as usual, concise and forceful.
However, Wang Ba’s eyes lit up and he quickly said:
"I have a way to avoid the Yuanci!"
Xumi showed signs of surprise, but soon shook his head:
"Can’t move, Wu Ju is here."
"Wu Ju... the great leader of the Feather Serpent Tribe?!"
Wang Ba was taken aback.
He had heard this name from those Golden Core Realm cultivators he had captured.
Wu Ju was the existence second only to the Clan Leader and High Priest in the Feather Serpent Tribe, just a step away from becoming a Demigod.
And the Demigod was the state of Immortal Ascension that Wang Ba was familiar with.
That is to say, this Wu Ju was also a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, and what’s more, he had a Feather Serpent of a similar level.
Wang Ba suddenly understood.
He had been somewhat confused before, considering that his Martial Uncle Xumi had been presiding over the West Sea Country for a long time and was known as the fourth great Sword Cultivator in Jin in a thousand years. The three who ranked above him were two Immortal Ascension cultivators and the number one personal disciple of the Longevity Sect. Such formidable existence, who could suppress him?
Now knowing that the opponent was the great leader of the Feather Serpent Tribe, he finally understood.
Seeing Wang Ba’s expression, Xumi immediately knew that Wang Ba had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain.
With a calm face verging on coldness, he continued to maintain the sword barrier, looking through the gaps for any flaw.
As a Sword Cultivator, he never had the habit to give up.
Even the odds of winning were extremely slim, he still wanted to try.
