The Third Peak Quasi-God Appears: Chen Xinjie

Meanwhile, in the waters outside Skysea City.

Across the vast sea...

The waves shimmered beneath the gentle sea breeze.

At this moment, the fleets of the Three Great Navies were arrayed neatly across the ocean, their cannons all aimed toward Skysea City as the soldiers stood ready for battle.

Suddenly...

A figure appeared at the distant horizon where sea met sky.

It was a solitary figure, walking across the waves from the far-off sea.

His pace was slow. With every step he took, ripples spread across the surface beneath his feet.

Behind him, tens of thousands of sea Soul Beasts followed, crying out joyfully.

Those sea Soul Beasts came in countless varieties and sizes.

They clustered around that figure like ministers surrounding their king.

This man seemed like the son of the ocean itself.

He wore a dark blue robe, its hem fluttering in the sea breeze. His long dark blue hair fell over his shoulders, and his eyes carried an arrogance that looked down upon the world.

He was the master of the War God Temple, a Peak Quasi-God—Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xinjie.

In an instant, every detection Soul Tool aboard the Three Great Navies sounded an alarm.

The three legion commanders almost simultaneously spotted Chen Xinjie, and their pupils abruptly contracted.

They knew all too well how terrifying Chen Xinjie was.

His martial soul was the ocean. At sea, his combat power could double, making him extraordinarily formidable.

Fighting a Peak Quasi-God with an ocean martial soul on the sea was simply seeking death.

Even if the Three Great Navies fought with everything they had...

They might not be able to kill him.

At this moment, all three wore grave expressions.

They exchanged glances and saw the same concern in one another's eyes.

But they did not retreat.

They were legion commanders of the Federation Navy. Behind them stood the Speaker's orders and the Federation's dignity.

Even against a Peak Quasi-God...

They would not retreat a single step!

Meanwhile...

All warships entered combat mode at once.

The barrels of the Soul Guidance Cannon Platforms turned in unison, locking onto the figure on the sea.

Their energy cores spun at high speed, and dazzling light began gathering at their muzzles.

The soldiers placed their fingers on the triggers.

Their hearts pounded like drums, yet their gazes remained exceptionally resolute.

But Chen Xinjie watched the Three Great Navies' movements with utter disdain.

The corner of his mouth curved upward slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed through his eyes.

A mere few dozen warships and a dozen or so legion commanders at the Title Douluo level dared aim their cannons at him?

How laughable.

On the sea, he was a god—the ruler!

In his eyes, these warships...

Were nothing more than toys he could shatter with a casual slap.

At this moment, a hint of relief and pride appeared in his eyes.

More than forty years ago, he had served as the commander of the Tianhai Legion. That had been the most glorious period of his life.

He had commanded the Federation's most powerful naval fleet, sweeping across the four seas and crushing all opposition.

But good times did not last. That bastard Chen Yu had actually kicked him straight out of the Tianhai Legion.

There had been no reason and no explanation.

Just a transfer order...

And he had been stripped of his position as legion commander.

Back then, he had been furious beyond measure.

He had wanted to confront Chen Yu and demand an explanation, but he could not defeat Chen Yu and could only swallow his anger.

He had held that resentment in for more than forty years.

And throughout those forty-odd years...

He had never stopped thinking about reclaiming his dignity.

He had never stopped thinking about making Chen Yu taste the humiliation he had endured.

And now, Chen Yu had been even more ruthless, killing his beloved Long Yeyue!

Long Yeyue.

The woman with whom he had shared an unforgettable love.

The woman who had once nearly made him willing to abandon everything.

The woman who would forever hold a special place in his heart.

Just like that...

Chen Yu had nailed her to death with a single shot!

This was the vengeance of a slain wife—irreconcilable beneath heaven!

Now, he had joined forces with Yun Ming, and they would make Chen Yu pay!

Meanwhile, outside Shrek City.

When Yun Ming spoke those words...

Chen Yu's expression did not change.

He continued to look calmly at Yun Ming, his gaze as still as water, as though Yun Ming had merely said something utterly irrelevant.

There was no surprise in his eyes, not even the slightest ripple.

It was as if he had long known Yun Ming would say this, and had long known Chen Xinjie would come.

"Yun Ming, do you really think calling Chen Xinjie here means This Speaker's plans will fail?"

Chen Yu's voice was not loud, nor did he speak quickly, yet every word carried bone-piercing chill.

As he said this, he did not even glance toward Skysea City.

It was as though the so-called master of the War God Temple, Vast Sea Douluo, a Peak Quasi-God, was not worth even another look.

Yun Ming's expression changed.

His pupils suddenly contracted. The smug smile at the corner of his mouth froze, and he looked as though someone had poured a basin of cold water over his head.

He had not expected Chen Yu to have calculated even this.

He had thought Chen Xinjie was his trump card for turning the tables in this desperate situation.

The horn of his counterattack.

The secret weapon that would catch Chen Yu off guard.

But Chen Yu's reaction now told him...

Everything had been within Chen Yu's expectations.

"You..."

Yun Ming opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say.

His mind raced, trying to find a flaw in Chen Yu's words and a gap in his own plan.

But the more he thought, the more confused he became, and the more wrong everything felt.

What else had Chen Yu arranged?

What other backup plans did he have?

Chen Yu looked at him helplessly.

He could see it clearly.

Yun Ming had been a Peak Quasi-God for too long. Even his brain seemed to have deteriorated; he was nothing more than a brute.

As the Pavilion Master of Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion and one of the strongest beings standing at the peak of the continent, Yun Ming's strength was beyond doubt.

But when it came to strategy, schemes, and planning...

He truly was not worth mentioning.

Still, that was only normal.

If Yun Ming had been even a little smarter...

Then in the original story...

Shrek Academy would not have been so easily destroyed by Qiangu Dongfeng and the Holy Spirit Cult working together.

That catastrophe...

Shrek's foundation of twenty thousand years had been reduced to ashes. Countless experts had fallen, countless records had burned, and the once-sacred land of Soul Masters had become ruins.

But at its root, was it not because Shrek Academy's upper ranks had been too arrogant, too self-righteous, and too contemptuous of others?

After all...

Long Yeyue had slapped Qiangu Dieting.

That slap had not merely landed on Qiangu Dieting's face.

It had struck the face of the entire Qiangu Family and the face of the entire Spirit Pagoda.

Qiangu Dieting was the master of the Spirit Pagoda, the head of the Qiangu Family, and one of the most powerful figures on the continent.

That slap from Long Yeyue was equivalent to announcing to the entire world...

That Shrek could humiliate the Spirit Pagoda at will and did not regard the Qiangu Family with any respect.

Even though Qiangu Dieting had ultimately spared Long Yeyue because of the previous Sea God Pavilion Master, Elder Bei.

That did not mean their grudge had simply been wiped away.