Big Chef's Might, the Western Sea's Submission

"I refuse to admit defeat!" The four words echoed between heaven and earth, stirring the soul with their force. Wind rose in the sky, and the sea began to swell.

The breeze was gentle and the clouds were thin, yet tension hung in the air. Big Chef's voice carried far across Haitian. Dong Re had appeared, and the world was stunned!

That shock brought a vast host of the Water Tribe to the surface.

The shore, where only a few figures had stood, suddenly churned with waves. Drums thundered, white spray rose from the blue sea, and a great mass of shrimp soldiers and crab generals surfaced.

Guanyin remained calm. To her, the Water Tribe was nothing but a heap of fresh seafood. The Yan Emperor's eyes were cold. The sight of his enemies only sharpened his hatred; they were just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp. Both held exalted positions and possessed extraordinary power. Neither gave them a second thought.

"Little White Dragon greets Guanyin Bodhisattva!" The Third Prince had led his forces out as soon as word came that Dong Re had appeared. He had meant to pay his respects to that legendary Great Demon—or rather, to the Natural Daoist. But before he could find the man, he spotted someone even more formidable.

Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South Sea had arrived! Little White Dragon had received her guidance before accompanying the scripture pilgrims. He owed her a great debt, so how could he neglect her? He hurried forward to greet her.

He had barely spoken when he noticed someone beside her who looked vaguely familiar. A second glance nearly made him curse. It was Shennong, the Yan Emperor, one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

What strange wind had blown these two towering figures here today?