Xu Yang’s expression shifted uncertainly, before he finally sighed, "Relying on the Burial Lord alone is utterly pointless!"
"Even after shaking off the Qingyuan Great Monarch, at best we’ll get to glance at the place where the Grand Supre Elder is imprisoned."
He was well aware that even if Guanglong Island and Three Gods Island were at their worst, even with further entanglent, the remaining power was not sothing the Burial Lord could withstand alone.
To rescue the Grand Supre Elder was nothing short of wishful thinking!
As for that special item...
If he couldn’t get it, he’d simply have to give it up.
Rumble!
"You old Burial Bastard, the powerhouses of Three Gods Island will be here any mont now."
"You may be strong, but you can’t kill in such a short ti!"
The Qingyuan Great Monarch sneered, making no attempt to dodge or retreat, determined to tangle with the Burial Lord and firmly drag him down.
Hearing this, the faces of Xu Yang, Ning Wuyang, and the others abruptly changed.
The Burial Lord getting pinned down was definitely not good news.
Or are they just going to leave the Burial Lord behind?
"Hmph!"
"You really think I haven’t made any progress?"
"Get the hell out of here!"
The Burial Lord snorted coldly, and with a sudden flick of his finger—
Bang!!
A thunderous crack, not unlike a bowstring snapping, shook the island, rupturing a thousand yards of the surrounding sea. Towering waves surged, swallowing half the island.
The Qingyuan Great Monarch’s face twisted with shock, and he retreated in terror.
Boom!
The Burial Lord had flicked out a bizarre black Spirit Pearl.
As soon as the Spirit Pearl reached the Qingyuan Great Monarch, it exploded on the spot.
Terror swept as waves of thick black liquid, like ink, erupted fiercely.
The Qingyuan Great Monarch reacted swiftly but was still hit.
The protective shield on his body was instantly breached by the strange black ink, splattering onto his flesh.
Sss!!!
The Qingyuan Great Monarch let out a pained, miserable scream.
"Damn it, where’d you get Black Emperor Octopus venom?"
"Hmph, I’ll spare you this ti. Next ti we et, I’ll cut you down for sure."
The Burial Lord turned and left without a glance back.
Even though Black Emperor Octopus venom was terrifying, trying to kill the Qingyuan Great Monarch with it was pure delusion.
With this, at most he could suppress the other for a while.
The best plan was escape!
The Burial Lord flashed in front of Xu Yang and grinned. "Let’s go!"
Suddenly, the four of them all froze midair.
The Burial Lord’s face changed dramatically. Turning his head, he couldn’t help but curse, "Fuck! Why so fast?"
Xu Yang’s pupils contracted sharply.
In his field of vision, a golden silhouette hurtled down from the sky like lightning.
An intangible pressure instantly crushed the endless waves around Chongshan Island.
"Shenxiao Middle Realm!"
The Burial Lord’s face paled, a ruthless look coming over him as deathly qi surged around, tightly cocooning Xu Yang and the others.
Right then, that mysterious Martial Artist struck toward the Qingyuan Great Monarch with a palm.
"Who—who are you?"
Expecting a Martial Artist from Three Gods Island, the Qingyuan Great Monarch’s elation froze, and he scread in panic.
The figure said nothing at all.
Rumble!
With a thunderous crash and a shriek, the edge of Chongshan Island erupted, sending massive waves soaring skyward.
This scene made Xu Yang and the Burial Lord’s eyes go wide in disbelief.
What the hell is going on?
"Doesn’t seem like one of Three Gods Island or Guanglong Island."
"Strange. I know every Shenxiao powerhouse from Ten Thousand Swords Island by sight—why does this one look so unfamiliar?"
The Burial Lord’s eyes were full of suspicion and shock.
At that mont, the newcor flashed over to them.
He was clad in white, burly in stature, looking every bit a middle-aged man.
When he spotted Xu Yang, a spark of cunning flashed undertone in his eyes.
"From Ten Thousand Swords Island?"
"That’s right. Who are you?"
The Burial Lord watched him warily.
"Zhao Hon. Ten Thousand Swords Island treated with kindness in the past!"
"Kindness?"
Xu Yang and Ning Wuyang exchanged glances.
Though there was kindness, daring to step in despite risking the wrath of Guanglong and Three Gods Islands—if true, this guy was loyal and honorable.
Still, Xu Yang didn’t lower his guard.
"So what are your next steps?" Zhao Hon asked.
"What about you?" Xu Yang stepped forward and asked back.
Zhao Hon smiled blandly. "I intend to rescue the Grand Supre Elder of Ten Thousand Swords Island."
"Just you?"
The Burial Lord was dumbfounded.
Zhao Hon smiled slyly. "I have my own ways!"
"Are you sure about that?" Xu Yang couldn’t help but interject.
Zhao Hon nodded slightly.
"Kid, you..." The Burial Lord turned to Xu Yang, hesitating. He really didn’t want to follow Xu Yang back there.
Xu Yang took a deep breath and said, "I’ll go with you."
"Fuck!"
The Burial Lord couldn’t help but curse out loud.
Xu Yang chuckled. "If you don’t want to, then we part ways here."
The Burial Lord’s face clenched with conflicting emotions but finally gritted his teeth and spat, "You brat, three pills!"
"Deal!"
A smile broke on Xu Yang’s face.
No matter what, with the Burial Lord’s company, it was so real back-up.
Three Tier Eight pills—compared to that, it was nothing.
Zhao Hon gave them a surprised look, then straightened, "Are you all certain you want to co with ?"
"Of course!"
Xu Yang didn’t hesitate at all.
For now, he’d just trust the man.
If the other held ill intent, not even the Burial Lord’s strength could match.
No need for pointless tricks.
"In that case, let’s move."
"Ti is short!"
Zhao Hon said, then led the way, speeding away from Chongshan Island in another direction.
The group exchanged glances and nodded, following closely behind.
Half a day later.
Deep within the Qiong Sea Secret Realm.
No wind, no waves—a world of utter silence and death.
In the sky, nine Spiritual Origin Stars ford a circle.
Below, nine islands connected, forming what looked like an Array.
"We’re here."
The party concealed themselves quietly.
Xu Yang gazed at the Nine Stars Archipelago ahead, eyes shining with awe.
From afar, the nine islands grew hazy, as if they didn’t quite exist in this world at all.
The nine stars above and the islands below echoed each other perfectly!
"Senior, what’s so special about this Nine Stars Archipelago?" Xu Yang couldn’t help but ask.
The Burial Lord grinned, "The Nine Stars Archipelago is one of the most breathtaking places in the Do Sea Secret Realm. Every night, the Spiritual Origin Stars pour down Spiritual Starlight, making the spiritual objects on the islands grow like mad."
"And they resonate with heaven and earth. When the Spiritual Starlight pours down, all nine islands are blanketed and almost completely cut off from the outside. Then, the nine islands are truly one, developing a trapping formation—even peak Shenxiao Monarchs would struggle to get out."
"Look."
Zhao Hon pointed with his finger, "Right now there’s a thin line connecting the islands to the stars above the Nine Stars Archipelago."
"The strong ones from Guanglong and Three Gods Islands have used special thods so that even in daylight, the stars and islands stay perfectly connected. Anyone caught in there—day or night—can’t escape!"
"At this mont, there are three Shenxiao Monarchs as strong as the Grand Supre Elder of Ten Thousand Swords Island up there, as well as nearly ten high-level Shenxiao Realm powerhouses."
The Burial Lord’s face twitched at the news.
Such a setup—this was the greatest in all the Star Do Sea!
He felt following along was the worst decision ever.
Xu Yang took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Hon, curiosity in his eyes. "Senior, what way do you have to rescue the Grand Supre Elder from so many strong hands?"
The group’s eyes all turned to Zhao Hon.
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