Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

"How is that possible..."

Karls murmured.

He knew Xilun was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

Horn froze on the spot, his hand holding the cane trembling.

The laughter from the Silver Scale Hunting Team had long since ceased.

The mockery on the tall, thin man's face froze, as if he had been slapped back down his throat.

One of the team members exclaimed, "Is that sea monster already weakened?"

Herber's eyes shifted dramatically.

He also couldn't believe that anyone could suppress a second-tier extreme-realm Thunderscale Sea Beast so directly, especially in the water.

The only explanation is that the sea monster was already on the verge of collapse when it attacked the fish farm and the wire mesh earlier.

If they don't act soon, the most valuable corpses and traits will fall into the hands of the Ronte family.

Herber suddenly hissed, "Oh no! Quick, grab the corpse!"

Before he finished speaking, three or four figures had already rushed out from the shore.

They are all second-tier experts in the Silverscale Hunting Team, and have worked together for many years, with extremely strong teamwork.

One man aimed his crossbow at the sea monster's head, another circled around to the water's side, and a third headed straight for the rear of Xilun. Finally, the tall, thin man gripped a short axe, his eyes cold and sinister.

Their purpose is clear.

If you can deliver the final blow before the sea monster dies, you can then fight for the kill.

Such things often happen in the Chaotic Sea.

Whoever has the bigger fist has the louder voice.

Xilun didn't even turn his head.

He sensed the sound of wind breaking behind him, and his eyes turned slightly cold.

"You've got guts."

Taking advantage of his distraction, the Thunderscale Sea Beast suddenly unleashed its last burst of lightning, its back scales fully extended.

The water surface was instantly covered with tiny sparkles, and the arms of several nearby guards from the Ronte family went numb from the aftershocks.

Xilun's five fingers dug into the crack in its skull.

A chill, a surge of blood and qi, and a wisp of storm power that had been suppressed for a long time all surged forth at the same time.

Clang!

He crushed that hard skull with his bare hands.

The Thunderscale Sea Beast's massive body suddenly straightened, then slammed heavily into the shallow water, its blood staining the entire river surface dark red.

At the same moment, the Silver Scale team members who were the first to approach Xilun's back had already rushed within three zhang.

The man's skin had a pale blue sheen, clearly indicating that he specialized in physical training, and he was wearing soft fish-skin armor.

Instead of dodging the palm strike that Xilun casually swept out, he gritted his teeth and endured it, trying to take advantage of the situation to get past Xilun and grab the sea monster's corpse.

In his view, Siron's power must have been temporarily suspended after killing the sea monster.

If we can withstand one blow, we can succeed.

But the next instant, the pale blue sheen on his body shattered like thin ice.

Xilun struck him in the chest with a palm strike.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

There was only a dull thud.

The second-tier extraordinary being's eyes suddenly bulged out, and he flew backward, smashing a broken log along the way, then breaking a crooked sapling on the bank, before finally sinking into the mud.

His sternum had collapsed, and he was barely breathing.

The riverbank was deathly silent for a moment.

A second-tier extraordinary being was rendered incapable of resistance by a casual palm strike.

This is not a technique.

This is a complete crushing defeat.

Xilun dragged the carcass of the sea monster back to shore through the water.

He pulled the enormous Thunderscale Sea Beast onto the mudflat with one hand, and the ground trembled when its wet, heavy corpse crashed down.

He flicked the blood from his fingertips and glanced at the Silver Scale Hunting Team.

Those team members who had rushed out seemed to be nailed to the spot.

The tall, thin man's face was pale. He held the short axe in his hand, but dared not take another step forward.

Captain Herb was silent for a moment before finally stepping forward.

He glanced at the team member lying in the mud, making sure he was still alive. His eye twitched, and he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I was unaware of your abilities, please forgive my poor eyesight."

His tone was much calmer than before.

"My teammate acted rashly and suffered this fate. He deserved it, and we will not pursue the matter."

Sea creatures belong to the capable; this prey is yours. The Silver Scale Hunting Team accepts the loss and will not disturb you further.

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave with his men.

Xilun smiled.

Did I tell you to leave?

Herber paused.

He slowly turned around, and anger finally surfaced in his eyes.

"What do you mean, sir?"

Xilun said, "I have already advised you to leave, but not only do you not leave, you also want to steal my spoils."

His tone was very calm.

"It's not right for them to just leave like this."

The members of the Silverscale Hunting Team looked at each other in bewilderment.

They have been hunting sea creatures for years and are used to acting tough.

Snatching prey, suppressing smaller families, and forcing others to hand over materials are not uncommon in marginal sea areas.

As long as it doesn't cause too much of a commotion, the Silver Shell Council won't bother with it.

They never imagined that one day someone would refuse to release them even after they had given up.

Herber's face darkened.

"You also want compensation?"

Xilun looked at him.

Herbert said coldly, "We admit we misjudged them, but the Silverscale Hunting Team is not to be trifled with. If you insist on being aggressive, don't blame us for fighting to the death."

Xilun remained unmoved.

"You think too highly of yourselves."

He took a step forward.

"The fish will die."

Another step.

"The net won't break."

Herber squinted.

He had already begun to consider leaving.

This outsider offering was definitely not normal, but he didn't believe that the other party was really at the third level.

If a third-tier extraordinary individual were to appear in the edge of the sea, it would be impossible for him to do so without any prior warning, much less for him to stay at the Ronte family's residence for half a year.

That palm strike just now might have been some kind of special breathing technique.

It briefly unleashed power far exceeding that of its peers.

This technique is usually not sustainable.

Thinking this through, Herbert felt a little more at ease and sneered:

"Your move just now was indeed powerful, but it must have been some kind of explosive secret technique, right?"

Or are you going to tell us that you, as an honorary elder of the Langte family, are actually a third-tier extraordinary being?

In the end, he even laughed at himself.

The other team members around him forced a smile, but it sounded very strained.

Xilun did not laugh.

You're right.

Herber's laughter stopped abruptly.

A moment later, he seemed to laugh out of anger.

"You must be joking."

Xilun walked up to him.

They are very close.

Heber was so close that he could see the deep, coldness in Xilun's eyes, like the depths of a still lake.

He suddenly realized that the other party was not bluffing.

But it was too late.

Xiren punched Herber in the stomach.

Herber's pupils contracted sharply.

He didn't even see when Xilun made his move before his protective qi and blood were forcibly pierced, and it felt like an iron hammer exploded inside his abdomen.

He spat out acidic water, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees in the mud, clutching his stomach, curling up like a shrimp.

The captain lost.

There was no fighting, no tug-of-war, and no probing.

Just one punch.

The Silver Scale Hunting Team's expressions changed completely.

At the very moment Herber knelt down, two figures suddenly sprang up behind Xilun.

They had been pretending to retreat in fear, but in reality they had circled around to the side and rear of Xilun.

One man thrust a long, thin harpoon toward Xilun's back, while another swung a poisoned grappling hook, attempting to entangle his neck.

Without turning his head, Xilun gripped the harpoon shaft with his left hand.

A chill spread along the metal.

The team member's fingers froze instantly, and the harpoon was twisted by Xilun, who dragged the man and the gun in front of him.

Xilun gripped his throat with his five fingers and gently squeezed it.

哢.

Neck broken.

The other man's grappling hook had just wrapped around Xilun's shoulder when it was lifted up by an invisible mist.

Xilun turned around and struck with his palm, which landed on the top of the opponent's head.

The man's head collapsed silently, and his body went limp.

Blood mixed with rainwater flowed into the mud.

Herber knelt on the ground, staring intently at Xilen, his eyes finally filled with fear.

He wanted to speak, but could only manage broken sounds from his throat.

"Why...why would this happen...?"

Xilun looked down at him.

"Nothing is impossible."

Herber's lips trembled, as if he wanted to beg for mercy, or perhaps he wanted to say that there was someone behind the Silver Scale Hunting Team.

Xilun didn't give him a chance.

A punch landed.

Mud and water splashed everywhere.

Herber, the captain of the Silverscale Hunting Team, is dead.

The remaining team members completely broke down.

Some turned to flee, some knelt and begged for mercy, and some drew their short blades and charged forward desperately. But the gap between them and Xilun was too great.

A few breaths later, only corpses remained on the riverbank.

The wind and rain are still blowing.

The small sea creatures in the distance, having lost their leader, quickly lost their composure.

The guards of the Langte family regained their courage and, with the help of the iron net, drove them away and killed them, quickly quelling the crisis at the river mouth.

Xilun stood on the mudflat, his clothes stained with blood, his expression still indifferent.

The way people around him looked at him had changed.

If it was awe before, it is now fear.

Many guards didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

They finally realized that the creature that had been living in that quiet house by Emerald Lake for the past six months was not some ordinary outsider, but a truly ferocious beast lurking in the shadow of the Ronte family.

Xiren looked at Kars.

Carls' Adam's apple bobbed, and he quickly lowered his head.

"grown ups."

"Seize their money."

Xilun said, "I don't need it, it's yours."

Karls was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Yes."

Xilun then looked at the corpse of the Thunderscale Sea Beast.

On a level unseen by ordinary people, after the sea monster died, a strange stream of heat rose from the depths of its shattered skull and, guided by some invisible force, entered Xilun's body.

The heat was not as cool and smooth as the little green dragon's talent, but rather carried a slight stinging sensation.

Like an electrified fishbone, it swims along the flesh and blood into the chest cavity, then sinks into the palm where it meets the blood and qi.

Xilun closed his eyes for a moment.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a tiny ball of lightning curled up into a spirit form, quietly resting within his body.

It is incomplete, yet it possesses the instinct to absorb and nurture the power of thunder.

[Talent: Thunder Spirit]

[Source: Thunder Scale Fish]

【Characteristics: Possesses the power of thunder and lightning, and possesses its own spiritual form.】

A spiritual entity related to thunderous energy is nurtured within the body, capable of absorbing and cultivating thunderous power, and activating it in the palm of the hand.

Xilun slowly opened his right hand.

Deep within the palm of his hand, a tiny, bluish-white flash of lightning disappeared in an instant.

very weak.

This is far from enough to change his current combat strength.

But when it came into contact with the bloodline of the storm, that long-lost thrill became much clearer.

Thunder, tides, storm.

These scattered threads seem to finally begin to intertwine in the same direction.

Xilun clenched his fists and looked at the gloomy sea.

"Dispose of the body properly."

Karls quickly said, "Sir, the most valuable material from this sea beast..."

"You can keep them."

Xilun said calmly, "I only need a record about the Thunderscale Fish bloodline. Find out where in the Prison Star Islands there are still any, and whether there are any relevant cultivation materials on the central island. Look them up for me."

Karls immediately lowered his head: "Understood."

Xilun turned and left.

Behind him, Horn watched his retreating figure, his face showing both relief at surviving the ordeal and a deeper sense of awe.

He suddenly realized that the connection between the Ronte family and Xiren might really be coming to an end.

Such a person cannot stay on a remote island forever.

Emerald Lake is their foundation, but for Siren, it's just a brief stopover on their way to recover from injury.

When news of the East Key incident reached Emerald Lake, the entire Ronte family was shaken.

The Thunderscale Sea Beast was hunted down, and the sea beast horde scattered. Although the fish farm was severely damaged, it managed to preserve most of its foundation.

More importantly, the entire Silverscale Hunting Team was wiped out on the riverbank.

Horn did not hide this matter.

It cannot be hidden.

The corpses scattered on the ground, the broken trees, the collapsed mud pits, and the second-tier extraordinary being whose sternum was shattered by a single palm strike—none of these can be covered up with a few words of casual remark.

But the sea of ​​chaos is never short of death.

The Silverscale Hunting Team's attempt to steal their prey resulted in their complete annihilation. At most, this incident would only lead people to reassess the danger level of the Ronte family.

As long as the Silver Shell Council doesn't pursue the matter, other forces will only consider whether they have the right to seek justice for the Silver Scale Hunting Team.

The Silver Bay Council remained silent.

On the morning of the third day, the corpses in East Reef Bay had been cleaned up, and the scales, spine, and tendons of the Thunderscale Sea Beast were sorted and sent to the Ronte family's warehouse.

Several material engineers looked at the complete corpse of the second-tier extreme sea beast, their hands trembling with excitement.

Siron returned to Emerald Lake.

He did not participate in the subsequent distribution.

For him, he had already obtained what was truly valuable.

Inside the lakeside house, a light drizzle falls obliquely outside the window.

Xilun sat cross-legged on the floor, his right hand outstretched.

Deep within the palm of his hand, a faint bluish-white arc of electricity flickered in and out.

It is not driven by ordinary qi and blood, but seems to require some special nutrients.

Xilun tried to guide the electric arc with the Great Thunder Breathing Technique, and it brightened slightly; but if he suppressed it with the Xuan Yin Coldness, it would quickly shrink into a ball, like a creature afraid of the cold.

Lei Ling does indeed have the rudiments of a spirit.

It's not just a natural talent for attack; it's more like an embryo that can be nurtured.

If we find a place with abundant thunder in the future, or hunt more of the same kind of sea beasts, perhaps it can grow stronger.

Xilun withdrew his hand and coughed softly.

There was no coughing up of blood this time.

The six months of recuperation finally paid off. The instinct to stitch up the evil god's severed limbs was still dangerous, but it no longer threatened to drag him into the abyss of decay as it had when he first left Saint Laurent.

As long as he doesn't engage in continuous death battles with enemies of the third tier, his body can withstand the strain for longer.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Karls's voice rang out: "My lord, the patriarch requests an audience."

"Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Horn walked in himself.

The elderly clan chief had clearly not rested much these past few days; his eyes were bloodshot, but he looked much more relaxed than before.

He didn't have many people with him, only Kars carrying a thick leather suitcase.

Horn bowed respectfully as soon as he entered.

"My lord, we owe you a great deal for your intervention in the East Reef Bay matter."

Otherwise, the Langte family would not only lose their fishing grounds, but they would also likely be targeted by the Silverscale Hunting Team and the Miluo family.

Xilun said, "Act according to the contract."

Horn gave a wry smile.

The contract didn't mention anything about the Silver Scale Hunting Team.

But he knew that Siron didn't like these pointless formalities, so he gestured for Kars to put the suitcase on the table.

"We have made progress on your request to inquire about the journey to the central island."

Xilun looked up.

Horn perked up and quickly said, "We contacted a materials merchant who travels between the central islands and the edge archipelago. He belongs to the Blue Sail Merchant Alliance."

Two weeks later, a fleet will pass by Prisoner Star's main port and head towards White Tide Port, located on the outer ring of the central island.

"White Tide Harbor?"

"The central island is very large, and not all outsiders can enter the core area. The outer port is the most common place to settle down."

Horn explained, "Extraordinary outsiders who wish to stay for an extended period typically have three paths."

First, join one of the five major powers or an organization under the Sea Demon Temple to obtain the power's guarantee;

Secondly, one can purchase a temporary residence permit in places like Baichao Port and Suixing Wharf, but the price is extremely high and it requires monthly renewal.

Third, accept hunting, escort, and mopping-up missions issued by the central island, and exchange merits for long-term status.

As he spoke, he took several documents out of his suitcase.

"This is a copy of the regulations for outsiders in Baichao Port, along with a ticket and letter of introduction that the Blue Sail Merchant Alliance is willing to sell to you."

With this letter, upon your arrival at Baichao Port, you may stay at one of the hostels under the name of the Business Alliance for seven days.

What happens next is up to you to decide.