Shui Bingyu raised a hand to wipe the corner of her mouth and shook her head. "I'm fine. Just a scratch. Let's get back to the ship."
She led her students toward their ship, but her mind was still on the figure she had just seen.
That strength. That composure.
Shui Bingyu had sailed the seas for so many years and met quite a few Titled Douluo, but she had never seen anyone casually crush a top-tier ten-thousand-year soul beast the way that man had.
And those soul rings.
Every one of them was red.
Just who was he...?
Meanwhile, Nezha dragged the Nine Netherworld Dark Python through the depths. He swam for nearly an hour, stopping only when he could no longer sense any soul masters nearby.
The water here was extraordinarily deep, the seabed littered with reefs and hidden trenches. Darkness surrounded him, with only the faint glow of the Wind Fire Wheels barely illuminating a few dozen feet.
Nezha flicked his hand, and the Red Armillary Sash loosened its hold around the Nine Netherworld Dark Python's mouth.
The instant its mouth was free, the Nine Netherworld Dark Python hurriedly spoke.
"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I've cultivated for over two hundred thousand years and barely survived two heavenly tribulations. I'll do anything you want!"
Its voice was low and hoarse, trembling with undisguised fear as it reverberated through the depths.
Nezha watched it without saying a word.
His silence only made the Nine Netherworld Dark Python panic more. Its serpentine body writhed desperately within the Red Armillary Sash, its dark-gold slit pupils filled with pleading.
"My lord, you captured me but didn't kill me immediately. You must want something, right? Just tell me! If it's within my power, I'll do it! Just don't kill me!"