True Lord Artifact!

"Since you're bent on seeking death, I'll grant your wish!"

Lan Qingyu was thoroughly enraged by Lu Changsheng's refusal, every word squeezed out from between his teeth.

As the young master of Huanshi Water Pavilion and a Peak Seventh-Rank Martial Venerable, who among the younger generation of the Southern Saint Domain would dare not show him some respect? Yet today, he had been publicly rejected by a Third-Rank Martial Venerable. If he swallowed this insult, how could he establish himself in the Southern Saint Domain in the future?

Boom—!

A vast, abyss-like aura exploded from within him. The pressure of a Peak Seventh-Rank Martial Venerable crashed down like a ten-thousand-zhang tsunami. The mist that lingered in the valley year-round was forcibly blown apart, revealing the gray, gloomy sky above.

Dense water vapor spread through the air, damp and briny. The ground beneath their feet visibly turned muddy at a rapid pace, actually being soaked into a swamp by that pure water-element energy.

Lan Qingyu lightly tapped the tip of his foot. A hundred-zhang wave surged into existence beneath him, carrying him slowly into the air. Within three feet of his body, azure light flowed without end, forming a thin curtain of water. Ripples undulated across the curtain, and every ripple contained terrifying cutting power.

This was precisely the sign that Huanshi Water Pavilion's suppressing art, the Azure Sea Tidebirth Art, had reached the pinnacle of perfection—his body was the sea, and the sea was his body, endlessly generating, boundless and inexhaustible.

Lan Qingyu held two fingers together like a sword and pointed them toward Lu Changsheng from afar.

Hum!

A dense buzzing filled the air. The void before him suddenly twisted, and hundreds of deep-blue water blades condensed out of thin air. Each was about three feet long and as