A certain boundless stretch of azure sea lay beneath a cloudless sky as Wang Qingshan pursued Zhao Hengbin.
Zhao Hengbin's face was pale as he rode a Crimson Giant Tiger.
"Trying to leave? Leave your head behind to offer as a sacrifice to my cousin."
Wang Qingshan's cold voice rang out, his face filled with killing intent.
Wang Qingshan had memorized every Nascent Soul Cultivator who had attacked Azure Lotus Island. He had sworn before Wang Qingjun's grave that he would kill every one of them.
Whenever battle broke out, Wang Qingshan would deal with the Nascent Soul Cultivators who had attacked Azure Lotus Island.
He formed a Hand Seal, and the nine Azure Glass Swords all blossomed with dazzling green light. Their sword cries grew louder as they spun rapidly through the sky, transforming into nine Azure Lotuses over a zhang in size. With a whirl, the nine Azure Lotuses shot straight toward Zhao Hengbin.
Zhao Hengbin let out a soft snort. With a flip of his palm, black light flashed, and a palm-sized black inkstone appeared in his hand.
The black inkstone had an ancient, simple design, and ink slowly flowed within its ink pool.
Zhao Hengbin tossed the black inkstone into the air and struck it with a Hand Seal. The black inkstone immediately radiated dazzling dark light, swelling to more than a hundred zhang in size.
The mouth of the black stone inkstone tilted downward, and ink exuding a rich fragrance poured out, hanging in the air above the sea like a black waterfall.
Wang Qingshan formed a Hand Seal. His sword cry was like thunder as dense Azure Sword Qi swept out, transforming into a several-hundred-zhang-long sword light that reached the heavens. With irresistible force, it slashed toward the black waterfall.
The towering sword light