Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun did not try to persuade him.

He raised his spear to deflect a heavy slash from a knife-wielder, and then pointed his left hand at the opponent's wrist bone.

With a snap, the man's curved knife slipped from his hand.

Xilun swiftly struck the man's Adam's apple with an elbow strike, then slightly turned his body to dodge the short spear thrusting from the side.

He did not use any large-scale techniques, and even deliberately suppressed the Breath of the Styx and the Thunder Spirit, relying solely on his body, which had been restored through the Overturning Sea Technique, to control close combat.

But that's enough.

These pirates had too many flaws in his eyes.

The rain, the mud, their breathing, and the trembling of their wrists as they gripped the knife all betrayed their next move.

In just a few breaths, three more people fell beside Xilun.

Elena also broke through the guards' obstruction.

The man in blue finally panicked. He drew his short knife, the blade gleaming with a foul, bluish light, and slashed at Elena's face.

"You bitch! You're so shameless!"

Elena dodged to the side, pressed her left sword against the short knife, and thrust her right sword straight at his chest.

A talisman on the man in blue lit up, blocking the sword tip.

The moment a sinister smile appeared on his face, Xilun's spear shaft slammed down from the side, striking the amulet's protective aura squarely.

The light film vibrated violently.

Elena's eyes sharpened, and she circled around with her twin swords behind the man in blue.

"Don't kill me!" the man in blue cried out in terror. "My brother is an innocent prince! My father is a pirate from the Blue Ocean..."

Before he finished speaking, the two swords clashed and slashed down.

A head rolled into the mud.

The rain washed over that contorted face, quickly turning it into a paste of mud and blood.

Elena landed, her chest heaving slightly, and snorted coldly, "How despicable, speaking such foul language."

The remaining pirates collapsed upon seeing the man in blue dead.

"The young master is dead!"

"run!"

"Go quickly and inform the old housekeeper!"

Xilun's eyes turned cold.

He did not let them disperse.

Now that the pirates have recognized Elena and called out her identity as the young master, the more people who escape, the bigger the trouble will be later.

Xilun's figure disappeared into the rain.

His deep-sea diving ability allowed him to glide extremely fast through mud and shallow puddles, making it impossible for the fleeing pirates to shake him off.

The golden spear was finally drawn, its tip piercing through a man's back and exiting his chest, dripping with blood.

Xilun drew his gun, turned around, and swept the barrel of the gun off another man's knee, then crushed his throat with a stomp.

Elena wasn't idle either.

She took the few obviously valuable items from the man in blue and then finished off the two pirates who were pretending to be dead.

Half an hour later, the area near the low slope became completely quiet.

Rainwater washed away the bloodstains on the ground.

Siren cut off the right ears of the pirates and threw them one by one into a waterproof bag.

They had killed many pirates in the battles they had fought, but they hadn't had time to collect evidence of their deaths.

Now, after counting, there are exactly twenty-four bloody right ears in the bag.

"Twenty-four so far," Siren said. "Sixteen more to go."

Elena watched his practiced counting movements, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth: "You didn't forget this even when you were killing people?"

"smoothly."

"You did it so smoothly, I don't even know what to say."

She walked to the body of the man in blue, squatted down and examined it carefully, then opened a blue-patterned bronze plaque inside the man's collar.

After seeing the pattern on the bronze plaque clearly, Elena's brows slowly furrowed.

"He is not an innocent prince."

Xilun looked at her.

Elena said in a deep voice, "He is the Crown Prince's younger brother."

She tossed the bronze medal to Siren.

The back of the bronze plaque is engraved with a giant blue fish with its mouth open, swallowing waves, and there is a line of small characters along the edge.

Siren didn't recognize the insignia of the Blue Ocean pirates, but he could smell the lingering blood on the bronze plaque.

Elena's expression was not good: "Prince Qingbai is a direct descendant of the Blue Ocean pirates, and his father is one of the top ten pirates."

Since this person is the Crown Prince's younger brother, he must have truly powerful guards around him. Those were just the outer guards.

"Where's the body?" Siren asked.

"Don't move."

Elena stood up, her tone unusually serious:

"Don't take too much of this person's stuff. The Blue Ocean pirates have some wicked methods for tracking blood relatives."

We were forced to kill him, but if we searched too thoroughly, it would be easy for them to think we were specifically targeting them.

Xilun glanced at the corpse of the man in blue.

According to the rules of the Chaotic Sea, killing for possessions is perfectly normal.

Elena was right. They were still recovering from their serious injuries and carrying Hogg's corpse, so it was really not a good time for them to provoke an entire pirate crew.

"Let's go," Xilun said.

The two quickly disposed of the traces.

Xilun took some valuables that clearly belonged to ordinary pirates, but did not touch the blue-robed man's personal amulet and bronze plaque.

Elena used rainwater and mud to smudge some of the footprints and cut several vines to create the illusion that many people had scattered and fled after a chaotic battle.

But just as they were about to leave, a loud shout suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest.

"stop!"

The sound rolled across the rain like muffled thunder.

Siren and Elena stopped at the same time.

The trees in the distance swayed violently as a hunched but incredibly fast figure trudged through the mud and water.

It was an old man with gray hair, wearing a dark blue long robe and an old cloak soaked with rain.

His face was deeply lined, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Behind him, two more figures rapidly approached.

Both are third-order.

Elena's expression changed drastically: "This is bad."

The old man arrived at the low slope in just a few breaths.

He first glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, then his gaze fell on the headless corpse dressed in blue.

He froze for a moment.

The next moment, the old man rushed to the corpse, reached out and touched the blue-patterned bronze plaque, and his facial muscles twitched violently.

"Young Master..."

His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been rubbed by sand and gravel.

Then, he raised his head, his eyes bursting with grief and resentment.

"How dare you kill my young master!"

The old man slowly stood up.

Rainwater streamed down his brow bone, but he seemed oblivious to it.

Damn it.

Xilun gripped his golden spear tightly.

Elena slowly raised her twin swords.

Two other Tier 3 Extraordinary beings in the distance had blocked their retreat, forming a triangle around the two in the center of the low slope.

The rain grew heavier.

Elena whispered, "He really is that prince's brother."

Her voice was very low, and only Xilen could hear it.

"I should have realized that the innocent prince is one of the five major villains. If his younger brother came out, how could he not have a real expert protecting him?"

Xilun did not answer.

His gaze fell on the old man.

The old man possessed an extremely profound aura; although he had not truly entered the fourth rank, he was already close to the peak of the third rank.

His strength was profound and his killing intent was solid; he stood there like an iron stake that had been soaked in seawater for decades.

If West Africa were at its peak, it might have been able to maneuver around the map with its many trump cards.

But not now.

The lingering black smoke of the evil wolf was not yet cleared, the prayer for the holy sprout had exhausted her spirit, and the remnants of the evil god and the chilling yin energy within her body had just been suppressed. Elena was also out of sorts.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they might not be able to defeat the old man alone.

Moreover, there are two more Tier 3 players behind them.

One of the men was short and stocky, carrying an anchor on his shoulder and wearing a necklace of animal teeth around his neck; he had a rough and burly air about him.

Another thin-faced woman was playing with a short flintlock pistol in her hand, with three rows of small medicine bottles hanging from her waist. Her aura was cold and sharp.

The old man looked at Xilun, then at Elena.

His gaze lingered on Elena's face for a moment, his eyes growing even darker.

"Turns out they were a couple."

Elena frowned, a look of disgust flashing in her eyes.

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and the grief on his face slowly turned into a twisted anger.

He knew all too well what kind of person his young master was.

This kind of game was the young master's favorite thing to do along the way.

They become even more excited when they see a beautiful woman who is also accompanied by a man.

The young master would humiliate women in front of men for his own amusement, as if he could derive greater satisfaction from the powerlessness and despair of others.

The same will likely be true today.

This time, however, the young master has run into a brick wall.

He had only been gone for a short while to deal with Tinos, the inner court expert who had suddenly broken into the dense forest. When he returned, all that remained were these corpses.

The old man's anger almost extinguished his reason.

But he was, after all, an old man who had survived the pirates of the Blue Ocean for many years, and he did not immediately lose control.

He glanced at the injuries on Siren and Elena, and suddenly a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Which of you killed the young master?"

Neither Siren nor Elena spoke.

The old man said slowly, "If you step forward voluntarily, I can spare the other person's life."

The short, stocky man grinned, and the anchor on his shoulder trembled slightly.

The woman with the thin face also raised her eyes, as if watching an interesting show.

Elena's eyes were cold, her twin swords held horizontally in front of her.

Xilen was very close to her, almost an arm's length apart from behind.

This distance not only prevents being picked off one by one, but also allows for immediate support when the enemy is attacked.

They all understood what the old man was planning.

Differentiation.

Intimidation.

To make one of them betray the other to save their own life, or at least to make both of them hesitate in silence.

But this tactic didn't work on them.

Elena had killed her greedy fellow disciples and also personally beheaded the man in blue.

Siren would never entrust his life to the promises of pirates.

The old man's face gradually darkened as he saw that the two did not answer.

"it is good."

His voice was low and hoarse.

"Since no one's going to talk, then they'll all die."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward.

The mud and water exploded.

The old man stretched out his thin palm, gathering strength in his palm, and produced a roar like waves crashing against rocks.

That wasn't the Overturning Sea Technique, but it was still a common water-based energy technique among cultivators at sea, only it was more ruthless and turbid, like an undercurrent that had been accumulating on the seabed for many years.

Xilun stepped forward.

He did not back down.

With the golden spear held horizontally at his side, he threw out his left fist to meet the old man's palm strike.

The Overturning Sea Technique's skin membrane and flesh-refining foundation simultaneously contracted, the profound yin coldness hidden deep within the fist bones, and the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique trembled slightly.

Fists and palms collided.

boom!

The rain curtain was shaken into a ring of white mist by the blast wave.

Xilun felt an extremely heavy force pressing down on his fist, as if the entire deep sea had suddenly poured into his arm.

The old wounds in his chest and abdomen were aggravated, and the cold, snake-like remnant of the evil god's limb in the bone crevice also twitched slightly.

He stumbled back several steps.

The first step broke the mud and water, the second step caused him to stumble, and the third step caused him to crash into a broken piece of wood before he could finally regain his balance.

A sweet taste in my throat.

Xilun coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood, when it fell into the rain, turned an abnormal dark gray.

Elena's eyes turned icy: "Silon!"

Xilun raised his hand, signaling her not to move.

The old man didn't immediately give chase. Instead, he looked at Xilun and sneered, "Is that all the strength you've got?"

He shook his hands, revealing a small amount of frost on his palms caused by the cold, but it was quickly dissipated by his abundant blood and qi.

"I thought the person who could kill the young master must be something extraordinary, but it turns out he's just a piece of trash who relies on women and sneak attacks to get away with things."

The short, stocky man laughed loudly: "Old butler, he might not even be able to beat me."

The thin-faced woman glanced at Xilun and said indifferently, "He's badly injured and his strength is mixed. That woman's swordsmanship is quite good, though. If she were at her peak, she would be a bit troublesome."

The old man's gaze fell on Elena, his tone becoming increasingly sarcastic: "Such a beautiful woman, and she's become your wife? I never imagined you were such a useless man."

A murderous glint flashed in Elena's eyes.

Xilun raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His expression remained calm.

He even smiled.

The smile was faint and devoid of warmth.

"I killed him," Siren said. "What do you want?"

Elena turned to look at him.

She knew, of course, that she would be the one to behead someone in the end.

But Xilen spoke so naturally, as if he were simply stating a fact that had already been decided.

The old man squinted.

"you?"

"it's me."

Xilun gripped his golden spear, his voice low yet drowning out the rain: "His mouth was too filthy, I found it too noisy, so I killed him."

Elena's lips twitched slightly, but she ultimately didn't expose her.

She understood what Xilun meant.

The old man's true targets will be the focus of his attacks. Xilun is taking the hatred upon himself, giving her a chance to escape or retaliate.

But Elena didn't feel relaxed at all.

This person is always like this.

Calculate the dangers clearly, then calmly stand at the front.

The old man stared at Xilun, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Okay, tough nut to crack."

He slowly raised his hand.

"Today I will send you down to see my young master."

Xilun coughed, his chest heaving with blood and qi. He knew the old man's next blow would be even more devastating.

If she takes the hit head-on, her injury will worsen immediately; if she doesn't, Elena's open defense will be exposed.

Various possibilities flashed through his mind.

Prayer Buds are not suited for combat.

The Breath of the Styx is too conspicuous, and it may not be able to penetrate the body of such a third-tier extreme realm elder in one strike.

The evil god's severed limbs must not be released.

The Thunder Spirit and Storm Bloodlines can be used, but once exposed, it might not be a bad thing.

This is the Sea of ​​Chaos.

Having an identity might be more intimidating to the Blue Ocean pirates than sheer strength.

Xilun suddenly spoke up: "You dare kill me?"

The old man was taken aback, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"You're about to die, and you still dare to try and fool me?"

The short, stocky man also laughed out loud: "Has this kid been beaten senseless?"

The thin-faced woman didn't laugh; she stared at Xilen's expression, seemingly trying to see panic in his face.

But Celia was too peaceful.

It was so calm that it didn't seem like a bluff.

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly, and he said coldly:

"We Blue Ocean pirates, aside from fearing the Sea Demon Temple, will kill anyone from the other four major forces without hesitation. We don't care who's behind you!"

Xilun asked, "How do you know I'm not a disciple of the Sea Demon Temple?"

Upon hearing this, the three pirates were stunned for a moment.

Then, the old man's laughter became even more sarcastic.

"A disciple of the Sea Demon Temple?"

He felt like he had heard the most absurd joke of his life.

"You'll say anything to beg for mercy! If you're a disciple of the Sea Demon Temple, then I'm your grandson!"

The short, stocky man laughed so hard that the anchor on his shoulder trembled.

The thin-faced woman also revealed a hint of mockery: "When the people of the Sea Demon Temple go out, which one of them doesn't wear a blue robe with silver patterns and carry a temple token? You, dressed in a disciplinary academy outer robe, dare to impersonate a temple disciple?"