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, his kneecaps have been shattered."

"Don't you two have deep brotherly bonds? Hand over the Buddha's Sarira, and we'll immediately arrange for a physician to treat him."

"For a single Buddha's Sarira, you're truly selfish. And cowardly, afraid of death, hah, a turtle hiding in its shell..."

Zhao Meng's legs and right arm were broken by rebar and had swollen due to poor circulation.

Xie Tianshu ordered his men to remove Zhao Meng's clothes and pants. Immediately, his dislocated arm and his leg, which had broken forward, were revealed to everyone.

It was horrifying, the sight alone caused bone-deep pain.

Seeing Zhao Meng in such a state, and hearing his continuous muffled groans, Xie Tianshu momentarily lost the desire to torture him. In such agony, any form of torture seemed redundant.

"I'm getting old, can't fight it anymore!"

Kong Fan emerged from the medical tent, buttoning his clothes. Though he said he was "getting old," the smile on his face couldn't hide his inner triumph, as if he had returned to his youth.

He had only been inside for ten minutes.

Seeing Kong Fan, whose body was covered in fat, Gao Huan's eyes blazed with fury. He roared, "He's a complete scumbag! I'm going to kill you!"

Gao Huan couldn't lunge forward; he was kicked to the ground by a member of the kitchen team.

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

Kong Fan sneered triumphantly, as if he'd be satisfied only after infuriating Gao Huan to death.

He walked over and looked at Zhao Meng, who had been stripped and thrown on the ground. "Still haven't gotten him to talk? Xiao Lin, go to the kitchen tent and find a can of chili oil. Heat it up until it's boiling and bring it here. We'll add some spice for the First Mate."

A moment later, a research team member known as "Xiao Lin" ran over with a bowl of steaming chili oil.

Kong Fan instructed, "Pour the chili oil onto his wounds. If he still doesn't talk, pour it into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all at once."

The chili oil in the bowl was likely at least two to three hundred degrees Celsius.

Just hearing Kong Fan's description made many of the research team members tremble, unable to imagine they could commit such cruelty.

Only Zhao Meng remained calm, regretting that he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide and die quickly. How pathetic, disgracing his entire sect.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whistling sound cut through the air.

A long, yellow beam shot out from the Nether Mist, striking Xiao Lin's right shoulder blade.

It was a sword, the Yellow Dragon Sword.

The entire blade of the Yellow Dragon Sword pierced through, leaving only the hilt exposed. The powerful impact sent Xiao Lin flying, diagonally to the ground about two meters away.

As Xiao Lin's scream rang out, the bowl of boiling chili oil slipped from his grasp and splashed onto Kong Fan's feet.

"Ah..."

Kong Fan screamed in agony, hopping and jumping, blisters forming on the top of his foot.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal scraping against stone and hurried footsteps echoed, and in an instant, someone emerged from the depths of the Nether Mist before them.

Li Weiyi dragged his spear as he moved, its tip scraping sparks off the ground.

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

Just as Xie Tianshu drew his gun to shoot, the ten-foot-long black spear arrived above his head with the force of Mount Tai pressing down. The sound of the spear shaft swinging through the air was enough to sting the eardrums.

"Pfft!"

Xie Tianshu narrowly avoided having his head crushed.

But his right shoulder was struck by the spear's edge, and like cutting tofu, his entire arm flew off.

"Boom!"

After slicing off Xie Tianshu's arm, the spear struck the ground heavily, creating a deep crater.

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

Lying on the ground, Xie Tianshu clutched the gushing wound on his severed arm, writhing in pain, his vision darkening, on the verge of losing consciousness.

"Brother Shu!"

"It's Li Weiyi! He's alone, everyone attack him together!"

Only then did everyone react to the sudden turn of events.

Although some noticed that the long spear Li Weiyi wielded was a heavy weapon from those white-boned humans, which seemed unbelievable, it was clearly not the time to hesitate.

Led by Xie Jin, a total of five people charged at Li Weiyi from different directions, armed with stun guns, riot shields, rebar, cleavers, and various other weapons.

Li Weiyi only glanced briefly at his senior brother's condition in the distance, his heart filled with rage. His gaze swept over them, radiating killing intent.

It had only been seven days!

How could they have become this wicked?

Seven days ago on the Arctic Ocean, everyone was chatting and laughing, full of spirit and joy.

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

The rest of them, like Old Liu, felt a joy like seeing a glimmer of light in a desperate night.

But at the same time, they were extremely worried.

After all, Li Weiyi was alone, too outnumbered.

Even when facing five opponents at once, Li Weiyi wasn't fazed. A scorching current of air surged from the sole of his right foot, and then he leaped forward twice in rapid succession.

One step, ten feet. He swept his spear horizontally.

"Bang!"

The kitchen staff member wielding a cleaver never expected Li Weiyi to leap like an ape, almost as if he were flying. He couldn't dodge in time and was sent flying several yards away by the spear, like a scarecrow.

The black spear, ten feet long, weighed hundreds of pounds.

A blow to the body could shatter every bone.

The kitchen staff member fell heavily outside the medical tent, his mouth and nose full of blood. He couldn't get up again; he was likely beyond saving.

A member of the security team, holding a riot shield, tried to pick up the handgun lying on the ground.

Li Weiyi's peripheral vision caught it immediately. How could he let him succeed?

"Swoosh!"

The black spear was thrown, flying nearly ten meters. It pierced through the riot shield and the security team member holding it, a large amount of blood splashing onto the ground.

He was too ferocious, killing like mowing down grass.

Xie Jin and the others were terrified and chilled to the bone, caught in a dilemma.

"Weren't you looking for me? Come on!"

After shouting this, Li Weiyi sprang towards Kong Fan.

Seeing that Li Weiyi's strength and speed were inhuman, Kong Fan didn't dare to confront him directly. He decisively moved to grab Zhao Meng, intending to use him as a hostage.

Without the black spear, Li Weiyi was even faster, swift as a gust of wind.

Before Kong Fan's hand could reach Zhao Meng, the wind had already hit him.

"So fast?"

Kong Fan was so terrified that his soul almost left his body. He had no choice but to abandon Zhao Meng and throw a full-powered punch forward. His hands were covered by the "Silver Thread Gloves," an Immortal Object, giving him immense strength.

Li Weiyi didn't dodge. He met the punch head-on.

With a "bang," Kong Fan felt like he had punched an iron wall. His fingers were in excruciating pain, and the bones in his entire arm creaked.

This punch instantly shattered his extraordinary dreams, making him realize anew that he was just a mortal.

Horrified, he turned and fled.

Li Weiyi pursued him, casually pulling the Yellow Dragon Sword from where it was embedded in Xiao Lin's shoulder blade. After chasing only seven steps, he caught up to Kong Fan and cleaved him across the back.

"Pfft!"

A wound, half a meter long and half a palm deep, appeared on Kong Fan's back, slanting down from his left shoulder. His spine was severed.

He let out a short cry and fell straight forward.

Just then, Sima Tan and two disheveled security team members rushed out of the medical tent. They saw Kong Fan bleeding profusely from his back not far away, and Li Weiyi, holding a blood-stained sword like a god of slaughter. All three were so terrified they couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

Li Weiyi ignored them and turned back.

"Screech!"

With a casual swing of the Yellow Dragon Sword, he cut the ropes binding Gao Huan's wrists. Then, he leaped more than three meters high, covering a distance of five to six meters, and swung his sword at another figure who was trying to pick up the handgun.

The man was holding a steel bar as thick as a thumb, one of the security team members.

He grabbed the handgun, a wide smile spreading across his face.

The Yellow Dragon Sword descended from the sky, cleaving his neck. His head rolled to the ground like a gourd, and blood spurted from his neck like a fountain.

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

Gao Huan grabbed the handgun and charged directly at the dying Kong Fan, firing three shots in rapid succession. With each shot, he let out a hoarse roar, completely consumed by madness.

Then, he turned towards the disheveled Sima Tan and the other two.

The three scrambled to flee, running faster than ever before.

Gao Huan pursued Sima Tan, firing continuously. With the fourth shot, he finally hit him.

Sima Tan was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground. Seeing Gao Huan closing in, he immediately knelt and begged for mercy, "Gao Huan, Gao Huan, we're classmates, you can't kill me... killing me would be against the law..."

"Bang! Bang..."

Gao Huan gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce. He didn't listen, firing shot after shot.

It was unclear how many shots he fired until the magazine was empty, and he pulled the trigger several more times.

With no bullets left, Sima Tan lay on the ground, his head riddled with bullet holes.

Gao Huan shivered all over, his breathing trembling.

Then, he gritted his back teeth, raised his pistol, and smashed it into Sima Tan's face. Only when the entire head was a bloody pulp did he collapse to the ground as if all his strength had left him.

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

Gradually, the deck became quiet again.

Qi Shanshan walked over slowly along the ship's side, her beautiful eyes filled with amazement. She couldn't imagine Li Weiyi was so formidable, taking on all the opponents by himself.

Looking at his heroic figure standing with his sword drawn, coupled with his calm and handsome face, ripples stirred in her heart. She couldn't help but admire Cai Yutong's judgment.

Xie Tianshu's arm was broken, and a large pool of blood had spread out. His face grew paler and paler. Xiao Lin was less injured, but he didn't dare to stand up at all. The slightest movement would draw Li Weiyi's gaze.

That gaze was no different from the gaze of death.

Xiao Lin repeatedly said, "I didn't do anything. It was all Kong Fan's orders. He coerced us. Li... Brother Li... I won't dare anymore. I'll never dare again. I'll listen to you from now on."

Ignoring him, Li Weiyi's gaze was fixed on Xie Jin and the other security team member holding a taser. At the same time, he channeled hot air along the silver meridians towards his ears, sharpening his hearing to its peak.

This was because Old Liu had just told him to be wary of Chen Hong.

Chen Hong held the rifle. His senior brother had been ambushed by him, which was why he was so severely injured.