Deep in the ruins within the cliff face, a fit of violent coughing broke the silence.
Rubble tumbled as a burly man covered in blood, most of his bone spurs broken, struggled to crawl out.
It was the Shark King, who had been sent flying by a single punch.
At this moment, not a trace of his earlier arrogance remained in the Shark King.
His middle Dongxu stage physique, once his pride, had nearly collapsed under the residual force of Qin Chen's punch. His internal organs felt as though they had shifted out of place, and countless meridians had snapped.
He raised his head in terror and stared at the white-robed youth floating in the seawater, looking down at him like a god. His mind went blank.
Run?
The moment that thought arose, he ruthlessly snuffed it out. Before that terrifying power, which could easily tear even the sea apart, running was a joke.
Thud!
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the Azure Abyss Prefecture Lord and Jiao Sha, the fearsome lord of the Raging Shark Grotto-Heaven, who commanded an army of a hundred thousand blood sharks, dropped to both knees without hesitation. His massive body slid dozens of zhang across the seabed's mud and sand, coming to a precise stop at Qin Chen's feet.
"Grandfather! Ancestor! Spare my life!"
The Shark King seized Qin Chen's leg, tears and snot streaming down with his blood as he wailed pitifully. "This little fish had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you, Ancestor! This little fish deserves death! I'll offer every treasure in the Raging Shark Grotto-Heaven! I'll be your ox or horse, your mount, your pet! Please, Ancestor, let this little fish go like a fart!"
Behind him, the Blood Shark Army of over ninety thousand collectively turned to