The Merfolk King, a Great Accomplished King of the Northern Sea. The Merfolk Tribe's standing in the Northern Sea was comparable to that of the Golden Crow Tribe in the Divine Continent, and they possessed more than one Saint Weapon.
Now that he saw Master of Eight Scenic Palace fear not even the Merfolk King and forcefully kill his beloved daughter, the dragon-horned man's heart turned cold. With the Nether Dragon Halberd hanging above his head, he rapidly retreated.
"Hmph, trying to run?"
Dao Patterns appeared beneath Qin Sheng's feet. With the Nine Secrets: Xing's supreme speed, he directly gave chase.
The Purple Gourd rose and fell above his head, its Saint might far surpassing that of the Nether Dragon Halberd, brilliant as the sun.
"Master of Eight Scenic Palace, don't force me!"
Qin Sheng remained expressionless. The Purple Gourd spat out a stream of purple qi, narrow at first, but in an instant it spread across the heavens, vast and boundless.
The Nether Dragon Halberd trembled and rang. The dragon-horned man blood-sacrificed his ancestor's Saint Weapon, unleashing its full power as he roared:
"Heaven Leech Old Devil, are you still not going to act?!"
Yet that King made the same decision as the dragon-horned man. He chose to—
Run.
After crossing the tribulation, Heaven Leech Old Devil was in an utterly terrible state. He was unwilling to stay and take further risks.
If Master of Eight Scenic Palace had been an ordinary Living Fossil, Heaven Leech Old Devil believed that even injured as he was, he would have had nothing to fear.
The might of a King was enough to suppress all things.
But Master of Eight Scenic Palace was anything but ordinary!
The Nether Dragon Halberd shone brilliantly as it shot toward Qin Sheng, only to sink into