Zhou Qiubai's laughter rang ever clearer amid the thunder, a shock that came from the depths of his heart.
With one sword strike, he swept aside a lunging Wave Beast, then pointed at the sky with his other hand. "When gods cannot kill people, they can only shout at the heavens and the sea. How are they any different from spoiled young masters whose pride has been wounded?"
Yang Guyun spun and thrust his spear through the skull of a ninety-thousand-year Sea Soul Beast. The spearhead burst out through the back of its head, trailing a string of purple blood.
He casually pulled out his spear. The Sea Soul Beast had not quite died, so he gave it another kick and sent it flying into the waves before saying coldly, "Gods were once mortals."
His voice was not loud, yet in that instant, the wind stopped.
But what followed was even more violent purple lightning and raging waves.
So...
"So gods can get angry too. So gods can get angry too."
Caught up in the slaughter, Zhou Qiubai raised his sword toward the heavens and shouted, "Sea God, answer me this as well. Do you dare show yourself and debate the truths of this world face-to-face with me?"
He stood there, pointing at the sky.
There was no answer from above. Only darker clouds pressed down, and waves surged one after another. The Sea God was enraged, yet also seemed to be avoiding him.
The divine punishment lasted an entire day and night.
Because Zhou Qiubai was absolutely right about one thing.
The Sea God had once been nothing more than a human.
From daylight to night, then from night to dawn.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun remained back-to-back, fighting their way along the coastline.
Their Soul Power had been