"How is this possible?!"
Hai Dongqing's face was filled with shock. He could not believe that, as a ninety-third-level Title Douluo, he had actually been forced back by a seventy-ninth-level Soul Saint!
But how could Hai Dongqing have known that Zhu Zhuqing not only possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, but was also an inheritor of the God of Darkness? A trace of divine power lay within her body, and her strength had long surpassed that of Soul Masters at the same level.
At that moment, Xu Chengye sent a pirate flying with a sweep of his spear, then turned and joined the battle.
Watching his subordinates fall one after another to Xu Chengye's hands, the last trace of hope in Hai Dongqing's heart vanished.
He knew that he had run into formidable opponents today.
"Boys, these ones are tough. Fall back first—I'll deal with them!"
Hai Dongqing shouted at the few remaining pirates behind him.
The pirates felt as though they had been pardoned. They scrambled and crawled toward the cabin, terrified that being one step slower would cost them their lives.
Hai Dongqing took a deep breath and stared fixedly at Shen Lian and the others, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"I underestimated you brats. But now, I'm going to get serious. Let me show you what I, Hai Dongqing, the Mad Blade of the Sea, am capable of!"
Before his words had even faded, a vast surge of Soul Power erupted from Hai Dongqing's body. His physique began to transform—his muscles swelled, his skin hardened like a reef, and a pair of enormous wings grew from his back. It was his Martial Soul—Hai Dongqing!
"Martial Soul Avatar!"
Hai Dongqing roared, and a Hai Dongqing apparition appeared behind him, carrying him into the air.
Then Hai Dongqing