Xu Qing stood there as if personally demarcating the border between life and death. He was positioned between Floating Fiend’s son and death itself, becoming his whole world, and blocking him off from any hope.0

Floating Fiend’s son felt his heart pounding in his chest. It was as if a boulder had fallen from heaven into the sea of his heart, sending out massive waves. That was especially true considering that the severed head Xu Qing held had not closed its eyes in death. They pulsed with a deathly aura as they stared out, as if to gaze upon death itself.1

Even more terrifying was the god vine that swirled around Xu Qing. The vine pulsed with starlight, which combined with the violet glow of Xu Qing to make something even more godly.0

Then there was the shadow that seemed to merge with the water itself. As it gathered behind Xu Qing, it eventually ‘stood up’ to form a blurry tree. Upon the tree hung a coffin, which swayed back and forth. And there were also numerous eyes that stared with bloodthirsty gluttony at the son of Floating Fiend.4

All of that made the seafloor gruish to the extreme.0

Then there was the godly authority flickering everywhere. Sound was under his control. The moon was his servant. The poison had him as its source. And misfortune affected everything except Xu Qing himself. It made Xu Qing seem like a god descending into mortal dust.8

Razor-sharp moonlight swept toward Floating Fiend’s son from all directions. It was accompanied by the invasive taboo poison, like marrow filling bones....1