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Chapter 158 Where is Dan Yue?
"A monster?" Fu Ying raised an eyebrow, her red lips curving into a charming smile.

She gently curled her fingertips in mid-air, and a strange "hoarse" sound came from Shark's throat. His neck, with its bulging veins, was frozen by the frost, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his entire face quickly turned from red to purple.

Its eyes, as sharp as copper bells, almost popped out of their sockets; its legs kicked wildly, and it struggled in agony.

The merfolk held their breath, staring intently at Fuying, without uttering a word.

In the frozen space, the ocean currents were stagnant, and only the sound emanating from the shark's throat echoed in the deathly silence.

Fu Ying parted her red lips slightly, exhaled a wisp of frosty white air, and slowly stood up.

She glanced back at Ru, her light blue eyes filled with blazing wariness. When Ru looked over, Ru unconsciously took a half step back, her fingertips gripping the arm of the tribesman beside her, extremely vigilant.

She blinked her eyelashes slightly, her voice trailing off with a hint of coldness: "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"As for..." Fu Ying turned to look at Sha Diao, his frost whip cutting through the water, sweeping across with a bone-chilling coldness, leaving a cold arc in its wake, and the ice crystals intensified.

Shark's pupils contracted sharply, and he forced his jaws open, but the beast form had barely expanded into a faint outline when the long whip wrapped around his throat, and frost spread wildly, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye.

In the deep sea, the subtle, crisp sound of ice forming can be clearly heard.

“Kill—kill—” Shark squeezed out a hoarse voice. Ice had quickly climbed up his ferocious face. The last thing he saw was the female’s eyes, which were colder than the deep sea.

Fu Ying lightly tapped the ice with his fingertips, and the frost-covered shark fin emitted a dull "thump-thump" sound.

A smile played on her lips, and as she looked up, the frost-covered whip once again flashed like lightning.

Those giant shark orcs who had heeded their leader's last words and were about to unleash their fury were swallowed up by the extremely cold aura before they even had a chance to roar. In the blink of an eye, they were all frozen into ice sculptures.

Fu Ying lightly brushed the long whip with her fingertips, glanced at the lifelike ice sculpture, and said with a hint of charm and laziness in her voice: "Sea beastmen are easier to deal with than land beastmen."

The ocean currents stagnate, forming a natural cage.

These sea creatures possess brute strength, and being water-based beastmen, their power is greatly diminished once they leave the water source, to the point that they can't even muster a fraction of their strength, making them not particularly troublesome to deal with.

Fu Ying turned around casually and met the frozen gazes of the merfolk beastmen.

They were frozen in place, speechless, as if they hadn't yet recovered from the scene before them.

Fu Ying's fingertips brushed across the tortoiseshell table, casually picking up a conch shell from it. He weighed it in his palm, then flicked it with his fingertips. The conch shell arced through the air and precisely struck the group of giant shark orc ice sculptures.

"Click—click-click—"

"Crash-"

The crisp cracking sound was exceptionally clear. The next second, the lifelike ice sculpture collapsed with a crash, falling to the ground with a clatter. There was no struggle, no screams, and not even a drop of blood spilled.

Fu Ying retracted his long whip and glanced indifferently at the merfolk beastman who was still standing frozen in place.

"never mind."

As soon as she finished speaking, the chill in the deep sea quickly dissipated. The merfolk beastmen sensed that the stagnant currents around them had begun to surge again, and the icy ice crystals rose lightly, floated up, and returned to tranquility in the blink of an eye.

"Where is Dan Yue?" Fu Ying asked, her fingers twirling a strand of hair that floated in the water, her gaze falling on Ru.

With the giant shark orc gone, her expression softened, her voice acquiring a deep, ethereal quality, a stark contrast to her previous murderous demeanor. Ru's pupils contracted sharply, the shock in her eyes receding like a tide, replaced by surging hatred. She glared fiercely at Fu Ying, her voice trembling with rage: "Don't think that just because you dealt with the giant shark tribe's orcs and helped the Merfolk, I'll be grateful to you! And you dare ask about my brother? Now, get out of my tribe!"

Your emotions were too intense; your face flushed red, and the pearls in your hair jingled and tinkled.

Fu Ying's expression grew cold, but his tone was calm yet unquestionable: "Although I want to make amends to Dan Yue, it doesn't mean I will tolerate your unbridled speech forever. If it happens again, I can't guarantee I'll still be as polite as I am now."

As she spoke, her narrow eyes glanced to the side, where the shattered remains of the giant shark orc still lay.

Ru's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down her spine. How could she forget that the female before her was never a kind person? She had become a witch and possessed the power to destroy an entire tribe.

If she refuses to cooperate, the entire Merfolk tribe will probably end up like the orcs of the Giant Shark tribe!
She was Dan Yue's younger sister, and she was willing to die for him, but her people were innocent.

You took a deep breath, looked at the trembling tribespeople around you, and said in a deep voice, "You all go out first."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the door of the house was suddenly pushed open, and the orcs of the Giant Shark Tribe who were guarding outside barged in. They had ferocious shark heads, looked menacing, and had sharp teeth.

The leader, with eight star-shaped markings, narrowed his eyes and shouted in a gruff voice, "Leader?"

You stared at the eight-star patterned giant shark orc, your hands hanging at your sides unconsciously clenching.

The strongest member of the Merfolk is currently only a six-star patterned beastman, who is no match for him at all.

Your gaze turned deep, and you couldn't help but turn to look at Fuying.

She sat languidly, her expression indifferent, her crimson fishtail swaying gently, unintentionally stirring up tiny eddies. She didn't even lift an eyelid at the intruding orcs from the giant shark tribe.

"Hiss—they..."

The eight-star patterned beastman's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the shattered corpses scattered on the ground.

He suddenly raised his shark head, his face twitching unnaturally. The leader was his equal in strength, and even became an eight-star beastman a step earlier than him. Now, he was dead just like that.
You take a deep breath and step out from the crowd.

She stood ramrod straight, pointed at the frozen fragments scattered on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Your leader is dead. Now, take these pieces of flesh and get out of our Merfolk territory!"

The warriors of the Giant Shark tribe froze in place, all looking at the leading orc with the eight-star pattern.

Their leader, who was invincible and led his Giant Shark Tribe to dominate the North Mountain Sea, has now turned into a pile of minced meat, without even a trace of struggle.

Could it be that the weak Merfolk still possess some formidable abilities?

The eight-star patterned beastmen of the Giant Shark tribe unconsciously turned their gazes to Fu Ying, who remained silent, her whole demeanor relaxed and natural, as if they, the intruders, were nothing more than a few insignificant strands of seaweed.

His beastly eyes flickered, his gills flared, and his gaze shifted repeatedly between the pillars and the ice blocks and shattered corpses scattered on the ground. His body convulsed involuntarily, and finally, he tightened his claws and turned to leave without a word.

The warriors of the Giant Shark tribe followed him out like a receding tide, not daring to make a sound.

They all have eight-star patterns. Since one leader died, there is an extra position.

Is it necessary for him to avenge the so-called leader?
The scattered corpses were merely the best stepping stones for him to ascend to the position of leader.

Even after the orcs of the Giant Shark tribe left, you still dared not let your guard down. You looked up at Shan Hai at the entrance, and the moment your eyes met, Shan Hai silently flicked his green fish tail and slipped into the shadows.

(End of this chapter)