Deep Sea Demonic Whale King: This Little Thing Is the Sea God's Heir?

It recognized that aura—the Sea God's aura, that salty, fishy aura it loathed beyond measure.

Its single eye narrowed slightly, piercing through three thousand meters of dark seawater and locking onto the ship flying a skull flag on the surface.

The glimmer was coming from there.

It was not the Sea God himself, but it did indeed carry the Sea God's aura.

That aura was as faint as a candle. Compared to the man who had made it suffer back then, it was worlds apart, but without a doubt, this was the Sea God's inheritor.

"The Sea God found himself an heir too?" A trace of amusement entered the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's voice. Its enormous mouth, large enough to swallow a small mountain, slowly split into a grin, revealing ghastly white teeth. "Interesting. Let me weigh this person up."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's colossal body slowly rose from the trench. Dark whirlpools formed around it, countless sea creatures fled in every direction, and even light dared not approach.

Aboard the Zi Zhenzhu, Jiang Lan was frantically using a wooden scoop to ladle leaked freshwater back into a barrel, completely unaware that a monster that had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years was coming for him from beneath the sea.

After finally scooping back most of the water, he collapsed onto the deck in exhaustion. The golden Sea God Armor gleamed dazzlingly beneath the setting sun.

"No more showing off!" Jiang Lan withdrew his soul skill, and the golden light faded. He became an ordinary little chubby boy in a penguin onesie again. "All you people ever do is laugh at me!"

After laughing enough, the bearded uncle came over and patted his shoulder. "Little Guga, it's not that I'm making fun of you. Your soul skill is just too distinctive. But seriously, you have a soul skill at six years old, and you can knock out a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with one punch. I've lived forty years and never seen a kid as outrageous as you."

"Really?" Jiang Lan looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Really, really!" The other pirates chimed in. "Little Guga has a limitless future! Don't forget us once you make it big!"

Jiang Lan immediately threw his earlier embarrassment to the winds. He resumed his smug expression and patted his chest in assurance. "Don't worry! Once I become the Sea God, I'll make every one of you an official!"

The pirates burst into laughter again. No one took his words seriously; they merely thought it was a child's joke.

Just then, Jiang Lan suddenly felt the ship tremble slightly.

The tremor was faint, as though something beneath the water had brushed against the bottom of the ship.

Most of the pirates were half-drunk and did not notice at all.

Zi Zhenzhu, however, instantly straightened. She set her wine cup aside, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Doro, did you feel that?"

Doro's purple button eyes widened into circles. Her tail puffed into a ball of fur, and her entire round body seemed to swell by a size. "Doro! There's something underneath! Something huge!"

The moment she finished speaking, the ship shook again.

This time, it was far more obvious. Several wine cups toppled across the deck, and a few heavily drunken pirates slipped straight off their barrels.

"Everyone, be on guard!" Zi Zhenzhu had already drawn her curved blade. Its surface glinted with cold light in the dusk. "There's something beneath the sea!"

The pirates who had been laughing moments ago changed expressions in an instant. They tossed aside their wine cups and grabbed their weapons, while the sounds of blades being drawn rang across the deck.

The bearded uncle snatched up a nearby harpoon and rushed to the rail in a few strides, craning his head down to look.

The sea surface was unnaturally calm.

The afterglow of the setting sun still spread across the water, but beneath that layer of gold and crimson, an enormous black shadow was slowly rising.

The shadow grew larger and clearer, nearly covering the entire stretch of sea beneath the ship.

The bearded uncle's face turned deathly pale, and the harpoon in his hand nearly slipped free.

"Deep... Deep Sea Demon Whale King!" His voice cracked as if someone had seized him by the throat. "It's the Deep Sea Demon Whale King!"

That name was like a bucket of ice water poured over the deck.

In an instant, the pirates' faces became whiter than the sails. Several younger men's hands began to shake, their blades clinking against the ship's rail.

Those who made their living on these waters might never have seen the Sea God, but it was impossible for them not to have heard of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

It was the most terrifying legend in the entire ocean. Even Titled Douluo had to take a detour when they encountered it. For an ordinary ship to meet it was no different from seeking death.

Veins bulged on Zi Zhenzhu's hand gripping her blade, but her voice remained as steady as an anchor. "Everyone, hold steady! Don't panic! It may not be here to attack us."

Jiang Lan and Doro trotted over and leaned over the rail to inspect the situation.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King examined Jiang Lan and found itself somewhat speechless.

He wore a round, plump onesie woven from some unknown fur, looking like a sea urchin. His two little orange webbed feet stood on the railing, while his chubby face was squeezed between the bars, his cheeks puffed up as if he had two walnuts hidden in his mouth.

Beside him crouched another equally round white ball of fluff, a purple bow tied atop her bun-like tuft of hair, as she curiously peered downward with a pair of large purple eyes.

The child and pet wore remarkably identical expressions: eyes wide, mouths slightly open, as though enormous question marks hovered over their heads.

This?

This damn thing is the Sea God's inheritor?

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King felt insulted.

When it had sensed the Sea God's aura earlier, it had imagined an unparalleled powerhouse clad in golden armor, wielding a trident, and standing atop towering waves.

At the very least, it should have been someone on Bo Saixi's level—overflowing with imposing presence, possessing mountain-like pressure, someone who could make its blood boil for a good fight the moment they met.

Yet when it surfaced, it found a tiny runt on the deck, not even as big as one of its teeth. A wooden scoop for bailing water sat by his feet, and one pant leg was soaked through. Clearly, he had been working on the deck moments earlier.

Was that old Sea God blind, or had something gone wrong with his brain? He picked this thing as his heir? Was no one left in the Divine Realm, or was he just settling for whatever he could get?

With this little runt, one sneeze from me could blow him all the way to the Heaven Dou Empire. Why would I even need to weigh him up?

Weigh what?

His weight?

This? This?!

The more the Deep Sea Demon Whale King thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. It could not help glancing at Jiang Lan again.

The little runt was still leaning over the rail, tilting his head at it. The hood of his penguin onesie had slipped to the back of his head as he leaned forward, exposing a head of messy hair.

There was no fear or reverence in his eyes, only simple curiosity.

It was as if he were looking at a fish he had never seen before, trying to decide whether it tasted good.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King felt uncomfortable all over under that gaze.

It was the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, the ruler of the sea. Even Titled Douluo would tremble at the sight of it.

Why did this little thing look at it as though it were a fish at the market?

It decided to get an answer first.

The sea surface split apart with a thunderous roar, and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's head, more than twice the size of the Zi Zhenzhu, slowly rose from the water.

Its scales reflected a cold metallic sheen beneath the setting sun, while dark crimson ferocity churned in its pupil.

It opened its mouth, revealing rows of ghastly white teeth, every one of them longer than Jiang Lan was tall, and let out a low roar powerful enough to make the seawater resonate.