Feng Bingwen looked down from his high vantage point at the vast sea below. The sea breeze blew by, stirring up waves. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

As the five elements flowed through his eyes, Feng Bingwen could see the increasingly turbulent ocean currents in the depths of the vast ocean, which in turn caused the shimmering waves on the sea surface to become even more turbulent. Waves several meters high rose up on the sea surface, and before they could even crash down, even larger and more rapid waves would rise up.

"Dragon Clan!"

Under the young Taoist's gaze, neither the deep abyss nor the vast sea frontier could hinder his vision. He quickly found the culprit that caused the change in ocean currents.

It was a blue dragon over two hundred feet long, with chilling scales and armor. It churned in the deep sea, and the water control power originating from the depths of its bloodline naturally manipulated the endless ocean currents to suppress its enemies.

It was precisely because a true dragon was exercising its bloodline talent in the deep sea that many changes occurred on the surface of the sea. The originally bright sky darkened, and drizzling rain drifted between the sea and the sky, with flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across the water.

Encountering a real dragon in the vast ocean, especially one engaged in a battle of magic, is certainly unusual, but upon reflection, it's not a big deal.

Feng Bingwen wasn't one to meddle in other people's business. He wouldn't care whether the dragon won or lost, since he didn't know it and it was none of his concern.

However, when Feng Bingwen saw the opponent of this true dragon, his original intention to quickly leave in the dragon boat vanished without a trace, his aloof and indifferent temperament disappeared, and he became somewhat eager to try.

Because it was a colossal creature shrouded in black and gray smog, but when it collided with the real dragon, its thick carapace and powerful, robust claws, hidden deep within the smog, could be vaguely seen.

Without a doubt, anything capable of contending with a true dragon in the deep sea is no ordinary creature. Just look at the ferocious aura of those who fight against it; labeling them as unparalleled ferocity is certainly accurate.

It would be unwise to attack such a ferocious creature without a reason, but the moment Feng Bingwen saw the monster shrouded in black mist, he knew that his opportunity had arrived.

Extraterrestrial evil spirits!

The aura that he felt an immediate and profound resistance and rejection upon seeing it, which also gave rise to murderous intent, clearly identified him as a monster from beyond the realm—a mark of this world upon a creature from beyond.

It's a bit impolite to casually call the monster below a demon. Perhaps in its own world, it would be a sacred beast that is worshipped and revered by thousands.

However, anyone who rashly intrudes into other realms without permission, regardless of their previous actions, will be classified as an extraterrestrial demon.

As a member of this world, Feng Bingwen naturally had no reason to hesitate when it came to demons from beyond the realm. Slaying them would bring heavenly merit and immeasurable blessings.

This is also one of the reasons why the real dragon below risked its life, disregarding the damage to its body, and even spitting out its dragon pearl, in order to suppress and kill that monster.

Immortals value life, but the dragon race, born with long lifespans, is no less so. When it comes to cherishing life, they are among the best in the world. If there were no great benefits, they would not take on the responsibility of protecting the world without hesitation.

"Junior brother, why have you stopped?"

Just as Feng Bingwen was pondering, a slightly questioning voice came from behind. It was Luo Lingxiao who had noticed the strangeness of the dragon boat and thus appeared to ask.

"Senior sister, don't be impatient. Wait a moment, I've discovered an opportunity below and am about to go and claim it!"

Feng Bingwen turned to look at his senior sister, then looked down at the increasingly turbulent seawater. He then took a step forward, transformed into a beam of light, and merged into the tide, never to be seen again.

"Junior brother!"

Seeing that Feng Bingwen had only greeted her before jumping into the vast ocean below, Luo Lingxiao had barely raised her hand before losing her chance to stop him.

"This junior brother..."

Luo Lingxiao lowered her hand, somewhat annoyed. She had fed her quite a bit along the way, so why did she just give a heads-up and do her own thing without even consulting her when something happened?

"What opportunity?"

Despite complaining, Luo Lingxiao looked at the suddenly changing sky and the increasingly treacherous ocean below, and couldn't help but feel a little curious. He walked to the bow of the ship and looked down.

"Dragon energy!"

With her beautiful face and extraordinary beauty, Luo Lingxiao reached out and gently pulled forward. Her fingers, as clear as carved jade, rubbed together lightly, and her eyes sparkled.

"There's a real dragon underwater, and it's injured. Could the opportunity my junior brother spoke of be the dragon clan?"

Although the dragon race formed an alliance with the human race a very long time ago, that was on a grand scale. In private, there were man-eating demon dragons who relied on their bloodline to wreak havoc, and there were dragon-hunting cultivators who regarded the dragon race's bones, flesh and blood as rare treasures.

Given the right opportunity, nine and a half out of ten cultivators wouldn't mind temporarily becoming dragon hunters. After all, successfully hunting a dragon, even if it's not a true dragon but just a jiaolong, can make them rich overnight.

Her junior brother encountered an injured dragon and thus had a thought. As a disciple of the Supreme Daoist sect, she should naturally criticize him from a broader perspective. However, as his senior sister, she chose to turn a blind eye and even pondered how to cover up the news for him.

While Luo Lingxiao, feeling that his cultivation was insufficient, obediently stayed on the dragon boat to wait, lost in thought and even came up with several plans to help Feng Bingwen escape the dragon clan's pursuit, Feng Bingwen had already dived into the bottomless abyss and approached the two enormous creatures that were fighting.

The instant Feng Bingwen approached, he not only saw the appearance of the two giant beasts, each hundreds of feet long, more clearly and directly, but these two behemoths, both bloodthirsty, also sensed Feng Bingwen's arrival almost simultaneously.

"Supreme Daoist, Lord of Sumeru, Feng Bingwen, greets fellow Daoists of the Dragon Clan!"

Facing the gaze of a colossal monster as large as a mountain and its malice aimed directly at his true spirit, as well as the subtle hostility of another true dragon, Feng Bingwen remained calm and gave his name.

"A cultivator from the Supreme Dao!"

Despite having many damaged scales, the majestic and magnificent azure dragon still looked at Feng Bingwen. Hearing that the other party had revealed his origins, it naturally couldn't bring itself to say "drive away," and instead changed its words...

"Brother Dao, you've come at just the right time. Quickly lend me a hand and kill this evil demon."

"That is exactly what I wish for."

Feng Bingwen smiled and replied. Accompanied by a resounding sword cry filled with murderous intent, the young Taoist leaped into the air, merging with the sword light and transforming into a sword beam that stretched for thousands of feet. In an instant, the ocean churned.

The powerful and sharp sword energy could not be concealed even in the deepest sea. As the sword energy swept past, a narrow cavity briefly appeared in the deep sea, passing by the extraterrestrial demon whose body was mostly hidden by black mist.

Pfft!

As the cavity, which existed for less than a moment, was filled and compressed by seawater, leaving no gaps, a deafening explosion resounded from the deep sea.

roar!

A roar of grief, barely concealed by rage, resounded. Black blood seeped into the seawater, thickening the black mist surrounding it. Feng Bingwen, wielding a blood-red immortal sword, stood on the other side, sandwiched between the dragon, whose scales were tattered.

That sword strike was merely a test. After that one strike, Feng Bingwen had a general idea of ​​what was going on. As for the toughness of this body, it was indeed worthy of a demon that could contend with a true dragon in the deep sea and even make it suffer.

However, compared to its peak condition, this demon's condition has clearly declined drastically, largely due to the depletion caused by the dragon king. No wonder the dragon king showed little joy when he saw Feng Bingwen appear.

No one would be happy if, after having worn down their opponent to the point of exhaustion, a kill-stealing troll suddenly appeared, eager to rack up more kills.