Great Melee

He cupped his hands toward Lin Tianyang. His manner was polite enough, but beneath that courtesy lay a few traces of lofty composure.

When he spoke, his voice echoed through the water vapor filling the sky, gentle and refined, like a modest gentleman of the Human Race:

"Fellow Daoist Lin is immensely powerful, and your fame has spread far and wide.

"I have admired you for a long time. Today, I wish to test Fellow Daoist Lin's methods. I hope you will not begrudge me your instruction."

Lin Tianyang merely let out a contemptuous snort.

He looked the Sea Shark Palace Master up and down, his tone brimming with undisguised disdain:

"Sea Shark Palace Master, why is a Demon Race member like you imitating the way we Human Race people speak?

"So flowery and affected. Neither fish nor fowl.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Cut the empty formalities."

The smile on the Sea Shark Palace Master's face stiffened slightly. The courtesy in his eyes receded, replaced by a chill.

He slowly raised his hand. The dark clouds around him churned, while the water vapor condensed into fist-sized droplets that floated around his body like a cloud of suspended hidden weapons.

"Then I shall grant Fellow Daoist Lin's wish."

The instant his words fell, the droplets filling the sky shot out at once, transforming into countless dark-blue water arrows that shrieked through the air as they engulfed Lin Tianyang.

Every water arrow contained the demonic power of a Seventh Turn Great Demon, enough to pierce through the protective True Qi of a Sixth Turn expert. With thousands of arrows firing simultaneously, nearly every route of escape available to Lin Tianyang had been sealed off.

Lin Tianyang's expression did not change. He reached out with his right hand and spread