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Ao Cunxin stood at the very front of the great formation.

She was wearing silver dragon scale armor.

The armor—was already damaged.

Half of the armor plate on his left shoulder was broken. There was a crack on the dragon-patterned breastplate on his chest. What was seeping from the crack was not spiritual energy. It was blood.

Her blood.

Blood was on her face too. It flowed from the wound on her forehead, meandering across her eyebrows, past her eye, down her cheek, and dripping onto the back of her hand that held the sword.

She held two swords in her hands. One in her right hand. One in her left hand.

Dual sword style.

The famous martial arts technique of the Princess of the Western Sea.

She's been fighting for over two hours. From noon until now. One person is blocking her way.

Late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Opposite them—ten deep-sea demons ranging from the peak of the Taiyi realm to the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.

The difference in cultivation level is too great.

Any normal person would have run away by now.

But Ao Cunxin is not "any normal person".

She is the Princess of the Western Sea.

West Sea Dragon Palace—her home.

Her family was attacked—but she refused to back down.

"Your Highness! Let's retreat! The formation won't hold for much longer!"

A crab general behind him shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

"Shut up."

Ao Cunxin did not turn around.

"Move the wounded soldiers away from the rear. Let my father lead the main force of the dragon clan to retreat from the rear palace."

"But you—"

"I'll cover the rear."

Her voice was unusually calm.

What else did the crab general want to say?

"Bang—"

The last pillar supporting the great formation has broken.

The burst of light—extinguished.

The last line of defense—is gone.

Upon seeing the barrier disappear, the ten deep-sea monsters let out a deafening roar. The largest of them, an eight-clawed sea monster—a quasi-saint in the early stages—was the first to charge forward.

Eight tentacles. Each one is tens of feet long and as thick as a city wall.

The tentacles swept across the sea surface at high speed.

Ao Cunxin did not back down.

She sheathed the sword in her right hand and grasped a bead from her chest.

Dragon Ball.

The natal dragon pearl of the West Sea Dragon Clan.

She knew—with her cultivation level—she couldn't win.

But she can—

Self-destruct.

Dragon Ball self-destructs.

The dragon ball of a late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal exploded. Although it couldn't kill a powerful demon in the early Quasi-Saint stage, it could injure it, delay it, and buy time for its clansmen to escape.

"Western Sea warriors would rather die in battle!"

She gripped the Dragon Ball tightly.

Spiritual energy began to gather in his palm. It compressed. It heated up.

"We will never be lackeys of Western religions!"

She roared.

The Dragon Ball began to glow in her palm. It grew brighter and brighter. It grew hotter and hotter.

The octopus's tentacles were already in front of her.

A huge black shadow enveloped her entire body.

A tentacle slammed down from above—

fast.

fierce.

It carried the oppressive aura of a quasi-saint in the early stages of cultivation.

Ao Cunxin closed her eyes.

--burst.

Her spiritual energy flowed into the Dragon Ball.

Just as the Dragon Balls were about to reach the point of self-destruction—

Above her head.

The sky cracked.

It's not broken. It's—torn apart from the inside.

A black rift tore open from the void. The rift wasn't large. Only about a step wide.

But the person who stepped out of the crack—

He casually stepped onto the sea.

A long black robe. Her hair was ruffled by the sea breeze.

He didn't look at Ao Cunxin. He didn't even look at the ten deep-sea demons.

He simply raised his hand.

One palm strike.

To be precise—it was only the speed of a single palm strike. The naked eye could barely keep up with it.

The wind from his palm spread out.

They encountered the largest eight-clawed sea monster—

There was no sound at all.

There was no roar. There was no explosion.

Octopus Sea Monster

Missed.

To be precise—it turned into minced meat.

A quasi-saint's early-stage physical body is no different from tofu in the face of this palm strike.

A cloud of blood spread across the sea.

The remaining nine great demons stopped at the same time.

Their instincts tell them—

The person in front of me—I can't fight him.

But they are controlled by causal threads. They have no independent consciousness. After a brief pause—they surged forward again.

Lin Xuan withdrew his hand.

He looked down at the seawater at his feet, which was stained red with blood.

"Dirty".

He said one word.