When the Ji Clan pulled Han Canghai from the rubble, his face had swollen like a pig's head.
A clear shoeprint was stamped deep into his chest. Even the protective golden body of a Title True Lord had been trampled into a dent.
The Ji Clan's grand elder went deathly pale.
Their carefully planned tactic with the Chaotic Immortal-Locking Chain had been crushed head-on in less than half an incense stick's time.
Han Canghai's two thousand years of mastery over the Heavenly Gang World-Destroying Palm had looked like child's play before Chen Changqing.
"Useless." The grand elder squeezed the word through his teeth.
Han Canghai lay facedown on the deck, unable to move. He did not even have the strength to argue.
On the Battle Platform, Chen Changqing stood with his hands behind his back.
After four consecutive fights, his breathing remained steady, without a trace of fatigue on his face.
Against Han Canghai, he had not even drawn the Immortal Execution Sword.
"Heavenly Venerable Taixuan." Chen Changqing looked up toward the heavens. "Four wins in a row. Is there anyone else who wants to come up?"
His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly to every warship.
Heavenly Venerable Taixuan gave a slight nod.
"The victor is decided on the platform. All are free to come and go. Any who wish to challenge him may take the stage."
Silence settled around the Battle Platform.
The Ji Clan hid in their cabin, too afraid to show their faces. The black-robed Heavenly Monarch of the True Martial Immortal Sect changed expression several times but sent no one up. The Great Chu Dynasty's covert guards fell silent as one.
None of them were fools.
Han Canghai stood at the peak of Title True Lord. Even with his Immortal Artifact sealed, Chen