Whoosh—!
A blurry black streak of flowing light tore through the murky seawater, then crashed with fierce resolve into the heart of the slowly rotating vortex of Killing Intent, which radiated a heart-palpitating aura.
The flowing light flashed and vanished, while only a few barely perceptible ripples spread across the vortex's surface before it swiftly resumed its slow, regular rotation, as though it had swallowed nothing more than a speck of dust.
The vortex continued turning for several more breaths, carrying an indifferent rhythm, as though completing its final inhalation and exhalation.
Its range began visibly shrinking, its edges gradually blurring, while the dense Killing Intent filling the surroundings—enough to corrode one's soul—collapsed inward like a receding tide.
Within a few breaths, the enormous vortex shrank into a black dot, then vanished completely into the boundless murky seawater along with all the Killing Intent, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
The undersea canyon returned to dead silence.
The icy seawater flowed slowly, while only several luminous plankton silently flickered on and off, casting light over the jagged, grotesque rocks.
It was as though nothing had ever happened here. Only that faint, lingering trace of spatial fluctuation
proved that something anomalous had once appeared here.
A moment later...
Deep within the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm, inside a towering, ancient black-stone hall.
The pillars were carved with Flood Dragon totems baring their fangs and claws, faintly visible amid the perpetual Yin Qi.
Suddenly, a low roar, suppressed to the utmost yet containing boundless fury, exploded like a thunderclap, shaking dust loose from the hall's ceiling.
"Who?"
"Who the hell picked this seat's fruit?!"
Sha Minghong appeared in the center of the empty hall. Before him, the storeroom that should have been overflowing with treasure light and piled high with rare wonders was