Returning to East Sea Was Like Going Home

"Yulai..."

Her voice was like a cry of anguish. The heartbreak, helplessness, and despair made the air throughout the hall grow heavy.

Zhong Shenxiu sat beside the dining table, holding a teacup as his Light Gold Vertical Pupils calmly watched the scene before him. He said nothing and did not intervene. He simply sat there quietly, like an observer and a witness.

Leng Yulai watched Leng Yaozhu's distraught appearance as the killing intent in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complicated, indescribable emotion. She turned around, returned to the table, sat down, and picked up her chopsticks again.

Zhong Shenxiu stood where he was, his Light Gold Vertical Pupils rapidly tracking the afterimages. The corners of his lips rose slightly in a faint smile. At some point, the Sky Light Dragon Spear had appeared in his left hand. The golden spear hummed in his palm, pale golden patterns flowing across its shaft.

A spear in one hand, a blade in the other.

He drew a deep breath as the Radiant Dragon Power within him began to boil. Golden dragon patterns from the Indestructible Dragon Body emerged beneath his skin, its defensive power driven to its utmost limit. He stood like an immovable boulder rooted in the earth, allowing those afterimages to circle and attack him.

Every strike left traces in the air, yet Zhong Shenxiu's arms moved at an astonishing frequency. The spear blocked while the Ninja Blade counterattacked, offense and defense seamlessly united without a single opening. His movements flowed like water, with no excess at all. Every block precisely neutralized Ye Chen's attacks, and every counter forced Ye Chen back.

The fierce battle continued for dozens of seconds.

The longer Ye Chen fought, the more alarmed he became. Even if he had not gone all out, he