When the Ji Clan's men dug Han Canghai out of the rubble, his entire face was swollen like a pig's head.
The distinct shoe print on his chest sank deep into his flesh. Even a Titled True Monarch's protective golden body had been stomped into a crater.
The Ji Clan's Grand Elder was deathly pale.
Their painstakingly devised Primal Chaos Immortal-Locking Chain strategy had been crushed head-on in less than half an incense stick's time.
Han Canghai's two thousand years of mastery over the Heavenly Dipper World-Annihilating Palm had been child's play before Chen Changqing.
"Trash," the Grand Elder spat through clenched teeth.
Han Canghai lay on the deck, unable to move. He did not even have the strength to argue.
On the battle platform, Chen Changqing stood with his hands behind his back.
After four consecutive battles, his breathing remained steady, without the slightest trace of fatigue on his face.
Against Han Canghai just now, he had not even drawn the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
"Taixuan Heavenly Venerable." Chen Changqing looked up into the heavens. "I've won four matches in a row. Does anyone else want to come up?"
His voice was quiet, yet it carried clearly to every warship.
Taixuan Heavenly Venerable nodded slightly.
"The victor is decided on the platform. All are free to come and go. Anyone wishing to challenge him may step forward."
Silence settled around the battle platform.
The Ji Clan's men huddled inside their cabins, afraid to show their faces. The black-robed Heavenly Lord from the True Martial Immortal Sect's expression shifted repeatedly, but he ultimately sent no one up. The Great Chu Dynasty's shadow guards remained utterly silent.
No one was a fool.
Han Canghai was a peak Titled True Monarch, yet Chen Changqing had ground him into the dirt with sheer physical strength