You Were Looking for Me, Weren't You?

Xie Jin shouted into the Nether Mist, "Li Weiyi, your senior brother Zhao Meng is in our hands. He's in a terrible state—both his kneecaps have been smashed."

"Aren't you martial brothers bound by deep affection? Hand over Buddha's Sarira, and we'll immediately arrange for a doctor to treat him."

"For the sake of one Buddha's Sarira, you really are selfish. And cowardly and weak, clinging to life and fearing death. Ha ha, nothing but a turtle hiding its head in its shell..."

Zhao Meng's legs and right arm had been broken with steel bars. His limbs had swollen from blocked circulation.

Xie Tianshu ordered someone to strip off his clothes and trousers. At once, his dislocated arm bones and lower legs bent forward at grotesque angles were exposed before everyone.

It was simply hair-raising. Just looking at it made the pain seem to pierce the bone.

Seeing Zhao Meng in such a state and hearing the muffled groans constantly escaping his mouth, Xie Tianshu temporarily lost all desire to torture him. In this much pain, any torture seemed somewhat superfluous.

"I'm old. I have to admit I'm old!"

Kong Fan emerged from the Medical Tent while dressing himself. Though he claimed to be old, the smile on his face could not conceal the spring breeze of triumph in his heart, as though he had returned to his youth.

He had only been inside for ten minutes.

At the sight of Kong Fan's body full of fat, Gao Huan's eyes nearly split apart. He roared, "They're all fucking scum! I'm going to kill you!"

Gao Huan failed to rush over. A member of the kitchen team kicked him to the ground.

"Kid, you've got good taste. She really is fair and smooth."

Kong Fan sneered smugly, as if he would not be satisfied until he had angered Gao Huan to death.

After walking over, he looked at Zhao Meng, naked and thrown onto the ground, and said, "Still haven't gotten it out of him? Xiao Lin, go to the Kitchen Tent and get a can of chili oil. Heat it until it's boiling and bring it over. Add a little extra seasoning for the First Mate."

Before long, the expedition member called Xiao Lin came running over with a steaming bowl of chili oil.

Kong Fan instructed, "Pour the chili oil over the wounds. If he still won't talk, fill his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth with it."

The oil in that bowl was probably two or three hundred degrees hot.

Just hearing Kong Fan describe it made many expedition members tremble in fear. They did not dare imagine that these people could do something so cruel.

Only Zhao Meng appeared calm. He merely hated that he did not even have the strength to kill himself and die quickly. How humiliating. He had disgraced his entire martial lineage.

Whoosh!

A piercing whistle tore through the air.

A long streak of yellow light flew out of the Nether Mist and struck Xiao Lin's right shoulder blade.

It was a sword—the Yellow Dragon Sword.

The entire blade pierced through Xiao Lin's body, leaving only the hilt exposed. The tremendous impact sent him flying, flinging him diagonally onto the ground two meters away.

As Xiao Lin screamed, the boiling chili oil slipped from his hand and splashed over Kong Fan's feet.

"Ah..."

Kong Fan screamed miserably and hopped wildly in place. Bloody blisters rose one after another across the tops of his feet.

Clang-clang-clang!

The screech of metal against stone and rushing footsteps rang out, arriving from the depths of the Nether Mist before everyone's eyes in an instant.

Li Weiyi dragged his spear behind him, its tip scraping a trail of sparks across the ground.

He was incredibly fast, not much slower than the Ghost Bear Emperor.

Just as Xie Tianshu drew his gun to fire, the ten-foot Black Spear descended above his head with the crushing force of Mount Tai bearing down. The wind from the shaft's swing could pierce the eardrums.

Splurt!

Xie Tianshu narrowly avoided having his head struck.

But the spear blade cleaved into his right shoulder. Like cutting tofu, it sent his entire arm flying away.

Boom!

After slicing through Xie Tianshu's arm, the long spear crashed heavily into the ground, smashing a crater into the deck.

The pistol fell to the ground along with Xie Tianshu's severed arm.

After collapsing to the ground, Xie Tianshu tightly clutched the place where his arm had been severed, blood gushing wildly from it. He convulsed and rolled in agony, his vision darkening as he nearly fainted.

"Brother Shu!"

"It's Li Weiyi! He's alone—everyone attack together and kill him!"

Only then did everyone recover from the sudden turn of events.

Although some noticed that the spear in Li Weiyi's hands was one of the heavy weapons used by those Bone Humans, which seemed utterly inconceivable, this was clearly not the time to shrink from battle.

Led by Xie Jin, five people charged at Li Weiyi from different directions. They carried all kinds of weapons: Stun Guns, protective shields, steel bars, kitchen knives.

Li Weiyi only cast a hurried glance at his senior brother in the distance, and his heart immediately filled with fury. His gaze swept across them, killing intent fully exposed.

It had only been seven days!

How could they have become this evil?

Seven days ago, on the Arctic Ocean, everyone had still laughed and chatted, high-spirited and harmonious.

"Little Li, be careful... There are too many of them!" Old Liu, the leader of the technical team, whose hands were tied, finally dared to speak when he saw someone dealing with these villains.

Like Old Liu, the others felt the joy of seeing a sliver of light in a night of utter despair.

But at the same time, they were incomparably worried.

After all, Li Weiyi was alone. He was badly outnumbered.

Even while facing five attackers at once, Li Weiyi showed no fear. Scorching currents surged from the sole of his right foot, and then he leaped forward twice in rapid succession.

Each step covered ten feet as the spear swept sideways.

Bang!

How could the kitchen team member holding the kitchen knife have imagined that Li Weiyi could leap and bound like an ape, practically flying through the air? Unable to dodge in time, he was sent flying several yards away by the spear like a straw dummy.

No one knew how many hundreds of pounds the ten-foot black spear weighed.

A blow from it could shatter every bone in the body.

The kitchen team member crashed heavily outside the Medical Tent, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. He could no longer get up. He would most likely not survive.

The security team member holding a protective shield wanted to pick up the pistol on the ground.

Li Weiyi caught sight of him from the corner of his eye at once. How could he let him have his way?

Splurt!

The Black Spear flew nearly ten meters after being thrown, piercing straight through both the protective shield and the security team member. Blood splattered across the ground.

He was too ferocious, killing people as easily as cutting grass.

Xie Jin and the others were terrified, their courage frozen. For a moment, they could neither advance nor retreat.

"You were looking for me, weren't you? Come on!"

After roaring those words, Li Weiyi shot toward Kong Fan like an arrow.

Seeing that Li Weiyi's strength and speed were simply inhuman, Kong Fan did not dare confront him head-on. He decisively moved to seize Zhao Meng, intending to use him as a hostage.

Without the Black Spear, Li Weiyi became even faster, swift as a gust of wind.

Before Kong Fan's hand could touch Zhao Meng, the wind had already rushed into his face.

"So fast?"

Kong Fan was scared out of his wits. He could only abandon Zhao Meng and throw a full-force punch forward. He wore the Immortal Objects known as Silver Thread Gloves on both hands, and his strength was extraordinary.

Li Weiyi neither dodged nor avoided him, meeting his punch head-on.

With a bang, Kong Fan felt as though he had punched an iron wall. His fingers ached as if they were about to break, while every bone in his arm crackled without end.

That single punch instantly shattered his dream of becoming Transcendent and made him realize once again that he was only an ordinary man.

Horror filled his heart, and he turned to flee.

Li Weiyi chased after him, casually pulling the Yellow Dragon Sword from Xiao Lin's shoulder blade. After only seven steps, he caught up to Kong Fan and slashed his sword across his back.

Splurt!

A wound half a meter long and half a palm deep appeared across Kong Fan's back, slanting down from his left shoulder. Even his spine had been severed.

He let out a brief howl and fell straight forward.

At that moment, Sima Tan and two disheveled security team members hurriedly rushed out of the Medical Tent. Seeing Kong Fan not far away with blood spurting from his back, and Li Weiyi standing there like a killing god with a bloodied sword in hand, all three were so frightened that they lost their footing and fell to the ground.

Li Weiyi ignored them and turned back.

Rip!

With a casual swing, the Yellow Dragon Sword cut through the rope binding Gao Huan's wrists. Then Li Weiyi leaped more than three meters into the air, crossed five or six meters, and slashed at another figure trying to pick up the pistol.

The man held a thumb-thick steel bar and was one of the security team members.

He grabbed the pistol, a wild smile flooding his face.

The Yellow Dragon Sword descended from the sky and cleaved into his neck. His head fell to the ground like a rolling gourd, blood erupting from his neck like a fountain.

Li Weiyi's clothes were instantly soaked red with blood. He kicked the pistol toward Gao Huan.

Gao Huan grabbed the pistol and charged straight toward Kong Fan, who was already on his last breath. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" He fired three shots in succession. With every shot, he let out a hoarse roar, his whole body consumed by madness.

Then he charged toward Sima Tan and the other two disheveled men.

The three fled at once, running faster than they ever had in their lives.

Gao Huan chased Sima Tan while firing repeatedly. On the fourth shot, he finally hit him.

Sima Tan was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground. Seeing Gao Huan approaching, he hurriedly dropped to his knees and kowtowed, begging, "Gao Huan, Gao Huan, we're classmates. You can't kill me... If you kill me, you'll be breaking the law..."

Bang! Bang...

Gao Huan clenched his teeth, his gaze savage. He did not listen at all and kept firing.

No one knew how many shots he fired. Even after emptying the magazine, he pulled the trigger several more times.

There were no bullets left. Sima Tan lay on the ground with bullet holes all over his head.

Gao Huan trembled all over, breathing shakily.

Then he gritted his back teeth, raised the pistol, and smashed it into Sima Tan's face, not stopping until the entire head had been reduced to a bloody pulp. Only then did he collapse onto the ground as if all strength had left him.

The other two disheveled security team members rushed headlong into the Nether Mist, not daring to look back at all.

Gradually, the deck became quiet once more.

Qi Shanshan walked over along the ship's rail with light steps. Her beautiful eyes were full of astonishment. She could not imagine that Li Weiyi was so powerful, taking on all his opponents by himself.

Looking at his valiant figure standing with sword in hand, combined with his calm and handsome face, ripples could not help rising across the lake of her heart. She somewhat admired Cai Yutong's eye for men.

Xie Tianshu had lost an arm and bled into a large pool, his face growing ever paler. Xiao Lin's injuries were lighter, but he did not dare stand up at all. At the slightest movement, Li Weiyi's gaze would turn toward him.

That gaze was no different from the stare of the Grim Reaper.

Xiao Lin repeatedly pleaded, "I didn't do anything. It was all Kong Fan's orders. He forced us. Li... Little Brother Li... I won't dare do it again. I'll never dare again. From now on, I'll listen to you."

Ignoring him, Li Weiyi kept his gaze fixed on Xie Jin and the other security team member holding a Stun Gun. At the same time, he mobilized the scorching current and sent it through the Silver Meridian Lines to his ears, sharpening his hearing to its keenest state.

Because Old Liu had just told him to watch out for Chen Hong.

The rifle was in Chen Hong's hands. His senior brother had been ambushed by him, which was why his injuries were so severe.