Chaotic World Book

Zhao Changhe felt Xia Chichi gripping his hand, instinctively tightening his grasp.

She spoke of hating her father, of rebelling for revenge, but when it came to matters of life and death, she instinctively worried for her father.

"What Demoness,"— inherently so kind-hearted.

From the beginning, her perspective was never as detached as his... if one were detached, they'd naturally realize that Xia Longyuan was either a Divine Descent or an incarnation, and even if blasted to bits, it would at most injure his main body, not kill him.

Looking at the Heavenly God of Longevity Heaven made it clear—he detonated himself and didn't care at all, he was never at risk of dying.

What surprised Zhao Changhe even more was Xia Longyuan's reaction.

Zhao Changhe asked himself, if he were in the same situation facing a three-party offensive, his first reaction would undoubtedly be to protect himself and avoid the center of the Heavenly God's explosion, then exploit the timing to try and break the assaults of the Sea Emperor and Hai Pinglan.

But Xia Longyuan's first reaction was to thrust a claw into the center of the explosion, seemingly grasping something from the void, "If reigning supreme must be made more challenging, then let the God of the Barbarians slumber! My greatest significance to the Xia lies in this. The Xia people represent me, what is there to regret?"

In the midst of the explosion, the Divine Soul of the God Demon lacked its previous leisurely composure in striking down its foes, emitting an extremely piercing scream before abruptly stopping. The disbelief in the scream, Zhao Changhe could empathize with.

He couldn't believe it either. Xia's first response was to bear the self-explosion of the God Demon, causing the God Demon's main body to suffer even more severe damage! The reason was actually for territorial integrity, or perhaps, the distinction between civilized and uncivilized lands.

He actually thought this way!

And this decision obviously cost him any space to avoid being entangled. Xia Longyuan staggered slightly, the dragon body of the Sea Emperor and Hai Pinglan's fist reached him simultaneously.

Xia Longyuan placed a palm on the dragon body, merely using it to guard and leverage, as he twisted and threw a heavy punch directly at Hai Pinglan's fist.

Both were formidable, at this point Xia Longyuan's state and environment made it impossible to fend off both simultaneously, he needed a focal point. Instead of the Sea Emperor, whom he intended to draw out and strike, he completely abandoned his original target, focusing his main attack surprisingly on Hai Pinglan!

"Boom!"

My Fist vs Sea Waves Frenzy Fist, two Emperors who had competed for supremacy in the world thirty years ago clashed again!

Observers could not perceive the terrifying power exploding between these two fists, what Zhao Changhe could see was Hai Pinglan violently spewing blood, while Xia Longyuan's figure began to fade—he was heavily crushed by the dragon body, as if even his colors were crushed away, one could imagine the result.

Hai Pinglan, spewing blood and retreating, looked up to the sky and laughed, "Thrilling, thrilling! To share such a punch with full force against Xia Longyuan, all the frustrations of my life are relieved, thrilling!"

"Damn right it's thrilling, dragging my daughter all this way, fuck that!"

"?" Hai Pinglan's laughter choked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Zhao Changhe and Xia Chichi shared the same expression.

Xia Longyuan's second strike, abandoning his initial target, was actually to avenge his daughter!

At that moment, Xia Longyuan struck the dragon body again, his hand chop, though a phantom, cut through the hard dragon scales like a real knife, causing the Flood Dragon to bleed profusely.

"Bang!" The pained Flood Dragon flailed heavily trying to shake off Xia Longyuan. His form grew even more blurred, clearly about to disappear, but as the hand chop penetrated, despite the Flood Dragon's rolling and thrashing to shake it off, one could imagine the force continuously infiltrating and bleeding the beast, clearly with the intent of, 'if I must die, I'm taking more of your health bar with me'.

Zhao Changhe watched the battle unfold and his expression changed. Xia Longyuan's strength was foreseeable, but achieving such results was absurd.

Two Ancient Demons, obviously much higher level than the likes of Xue Wu and Duoluo Venerable, by the blind man's definition, if Imperial Realm also divided into three tiers, these two were at least at the late second tier to early third tier, although neither had fully recovered to their peak, they had to be treated at the second tier. Add another who had reached Imperial Realm, Hai Pinglan... The result of a three-sided attack was one severely injured from self-explosion, another bleeding from internal injuries, another first pierced deeply in the throat suffering internal organ damage and then stabbed and bled, slaying dragons was like slaughtering pigs.

One against three, such results could only be described as monstrous... His usual disdain for the "monkey show" of the mortal realm was truly understandable now, how could he care about being on a completely different level from others.

On the other side, Hai Pinglan stopped his retreating body, stepped on the void, and sprung back into action.

Even the most ordinary Martial Artist would know that with this punch, Xia Longyuan's incarnation was definitely going to disappear, unknowing of how his main body would be injured.

Xia Longyuan, one hand stabbing the Flood Dragon, threw another punch to meet the attack, the corner of his mouth revealing a trace of mockery, "I'll be waiting for you ashore to restart this."

He knew he had no strength left, and that after this punch, he would dissipate.

However, just as others had not expected Xia Longyuan's main target, this time Xia Longyuan also had not expected whom Hai Pinglan was striking.

Hai Pinglan might have been the weakest in this battle, but he was also the one with the lightest injuries at present, holding a significant advantage. Xia Longyuan's punch was easily dodged by him, and his fist power viciously hammered towards the Flood Dragon's flank!

Surprisingly, even Xia Longyuan didn't anticipate this strike. Feeling slightly astonished, the Sea Emperor had expected it... Enduring the severe pain of Xia Longyuan's knife-hand strike, he suddenly lashed his tail. The massive dragon body swept across, heavily colliding with Hai Pinglan's punch.

Even when he had ambushed the Pirate Group earlier, he knew that Hai Pinglan had already intended to break off, and the decade-long rivalry between them would finally decide the winner today.

Another tsunami-like tremor occurred, energy splashed, and furious waves surged.

Amidst the smoke, the Sea Emperor's pained groan could be heard, seemingly at a disadvantage in this situation: "Hai Pinglan, Xia Longyuan is still here, have you forgotten the vengeance of annihilating your nation? Even if there's internal strife, now is not the time!"

Hai Pinglan burst out laughing, "The battle of nations, the contest of power. If one's skill is inferior, what is there to resent! That punch just now was enough to vent my feelings. If I want a rematch, it will be upright and proper in the future! How about the hatred of killing one's wife, gnawing at me day and night, I can't wait a moment longer to eat your flesh and sleep on your skin!"

As a side character, Xia Longyuan's figure faded amidst the energy impact, gradually disappearing, his laughter echoing in the air: "Interesting... I'll wait for you ashore."

The same line "I'll wait for you ashore," the first a mockery, the latter an affirmation.

Hai Pinglan spat, "You survive this world of rising heroes first, I doubt you'd live to see that day! You should never have been a King, even a dog would be better in that position than you!"

Xia Longyuan had no chance to retort, as he had already vanished. Before leaving, his gaze swept across the secluded sea area where Xia Chichi and Zhao Changhe hid, his expression inscrutable.

Xia Chichi's palms were sweaty, she whispered, "How severe are his injuries?"

"I don't know either," Zhao Changhe whispered back. "There might be some problems... we can't do much now, just watch."

Hai Pinglan was still conversing with the Sea Emperor: "I'm not sure if the news of a live human sacrifice would destroy your foundations, maybe some despicable ones will become even more devout... Well, that doesn't matter, let's count the effects as they come. Eventually, someone will awaken and realize the so-called Sea God is just a cheater who schemes for his own benefits without considering the consequences."

He then pointed at the Azure Dragon Statue below, which had survived the divine battle without destruction, and laughed, "The statue was originally hidden under the sea due to the collapse of the epoch, a door to the Secret Realm. You couldn't break it. You deliberately pushed this statue out of the sea, hoarding the vicinity, firstly to lure those who could open the door, and secondly to deliberately create a miraculous sight for people to notice and worship, thinking this is your Divine Temple. In reality, the true nurturing place for your Divine Soul and where you incubate the main forces of your Sea Race isn't here at all."

The Sea Emperor's dragon face visibly changed color at the last few sentences.

Indeed, he hadn't expected that his supposedly secure backup plan was already known to Hai Pinglan...

Hai Pinglan laughed loudly, "I've already sent Changkong to attack the Divine Temple, letting your Sea Race's decade-old forces be destroyed in this battle!"

In the distant seas, Changkong held the command flag, pointing towards the reef cluster ahead: "All cannons, fire!"

"Boom!" Gunpowder smoke filled the air, stone chips flew, countless armored merpeople emerged from under the reefs, madly charging towards the warships, a boundless tide in sight.

The Penglai soldiers drew their waist knives, men of the sea engaging in a fierce close combat with the Sea Race.

Yet the Sea Emperor calmed down, slowly saying, "With your most trusted forces stationed outside for so long, and you having left Penglai... are you sure your nation still remains secure?"

On Penglai Island, many officials' faces began to distort, revealing a fish scale-like pattern.

"I know there are many Sea Race hidden in Penglai, and many officials are controlled by your Divine Soul... but what of it?" Hai Pinglan smiled faintly, "Back then, when I wanted to establish a nation, she didn't agree. Today is merely returning to her wishes; if the nation is lost, so be it."

"Would Changkong and the others be happy with that?"

"If he wishes, the military is in his hands; he can establish his own nation, why wait for me?"

"Have you considered that your entire plan is based on... your ability to kill me?" scoffed the Sea Emperor. "What if you lose?"

"If I fail here, they can still scatter and return to piracy..." Hai Pinglan spoke indifferently, "These vast East Sea will always have its turmoil, from the past to the future, it will never solely belong to you."