In the span of a finger snap.
Like dew, like lightning—without warning or trace, a figure had appeared out of thin air amid the dark sea lashed by wind and rain, standing atop the still water spread open by Juque.
Without using any Blessing, he stood on the sea surface, smooth as a mirror, with nothing but his feet. He walked as though on level ground, not even raising a ripple.
He looked around, admiring the wondrous sight.
Then, the unarmed White Deer Chosen One lifted his eyes toward Ji Jue on the deck. Without saying a word, he slowly assumed an attacking stance.
Ji Jue couldn't help but shake his head. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself first?"
"There's no need. It's nothing more than life and death."
The inheritor of the current Slaughter Finger remained calm, neither pleased nor angry. "If you have something to say, I don't mind, but you'd better not waste time."
"No, I'm just curious."
Leaning against the railing, Ji Jue studied that face before suddenly asking, "Are there only two of you?"
The killing intent was so pure and direct, with no attempt at concealment.
Simply standing there made Ji Jue feel as though thorns were pressing against his back. Even before this, that sharp, pure thread of killing intent had crossed a vast distance and entered Ji Jue's perception.
But between soul and soul, resolve and resolve, malice and malice, there were ultimately differences.
Compared to that straightforward, pure killing intent, another strange chill, as shifting and elusive as darkness itself, lingered throughout the storm, everywhere at once.
Two.
But that was wrong. If that was all, it wasn't enough.
Perhaps he might lose, but they could not possibly kill him.
"There are at least three," Ji Jue stated decisively.
But before