"Seeking death."
The black ship descended heavily.
A giant man with a broad mouth and round eyes, standing over three meters tall, already generated fierce winds as he appeared in front of Zhou Ping'an.
This person, either out of arrogance or haste, hadn't expected his attack to fail and, right under his eyelids, Zhou Ping'an had ruthlessly decapitated Longmu Camp Master Ba Longmu.
Stepping out of his boat, he reached out with his left hand, drawing in the yuan qi of the surrounding space; the void and sea water seemed to gather in his palm as he grasped.
Zhou Ping'an moved, feeling his body become unreal and floaty, a tremendous suction force emanating from that palm, and even more so, the huge surging waves pushing him forward from behind.
'I must not be caught; once trapped, with yuan qi as vast as mountains and seas, it might be difficult to resist.'