The wind is picking up.
The wind was strong, turning the trees on the ground upside down and making the leaves rustle. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the road; the residents had been forcibly evacuated several hours earlier.
Overwhelming waves crashed onto the shore and surged into the winding streets, while a torrential downpour began from the dark sky.
Seabirds screeched as they soared into the sky, their wings slicing through the leaden-gray clouds, and a blue-white arc slowly rose on the distant horizon.
"Such a massive disaster probably requires a realm beyond the Boundless Realm..."
“Boundless? This situation applies to dozens of cities along the East China Sea coast, not just the Boundless Realm.”
Even Klein's level couldn't achieve this.
The only ones who could do this are probably...
"The higher-ups said someone will handle it; we shouldn't act rashly," the man warned again before falling silent.
The black seawater churned violently, with wave after wave crashing against the rocks on the shore. In the distance, a huge wave finally rolled in, and the alarm sounded three times in a short period of time.
The waves were enormous, and the wind and rain rushed toward the city. In the face of this natural disaster, the city seemed much smaller.
bite--
Zheng—
The sword hummed, and as its clear sound rang out, the world seemed to be muted. The sword's resonance drowned out the roar of the waves, and a sword intent emanated from afar, cleaving the massive, towering wave in two—
The severed wave reluctantly fell back into the sea, making its final, resounding cry.
On the helicopter, everyone's eyes were drawn to the figure that had come from afar and was standing on the shore.
Um?
Is that young man with flowers in his hair and braided hair with a purple ribbon the one who came to save the day?
She seems to enjoy dressing up...
Amidst the wind and rain, why is there another person in that figure's arms?
"Luckily, I'm not too late." After getting off Zhou Ping, Shang Yan smiled and waved to the helicopters in the sky.
"Hmm." Zhou Ping held the sword box, patted it gently, and took out the Dragon Elephant Sword from it.
The wind was strong, and his hair, which he had just washed that morning, was soaked again. His purple hairband fluttered in the wind, and his dark eyes were fixed on the still sea.
Shang Yan reached up and brushed the slightly messy strands of hair from his forehead, only to have them blown away by the wind again. "How do you feel after my revival treatment?"
Another huge wave crashed towards them.
"It feels great." The moment the Dragon Elephant Sword was in his hand, the sword's cry rang out again. Amidst the surging sword intent, countless sword energies tore the giant wave apart once more and slashed it down.
His calm voice slowly rose, clearly carrying throughout the area, "The territory ahead belongs to the Great Xia Dynasty; even gods are forbidden from traversing it."
As his voice faded, the waves, the tides, and the raindrops falling all stopped.
The waves could no longer advance an inch.
The towering waves in the distance suddenly parted to the sides, and a magnificent figure emerged from the sea. He held a trident and was shirtless; it was Poseidon, the god of the sea.
A terrifying pressure emanated from him and swept over the two people on the shore. To Shang Yan's astonishment, Poseidon, the sea god, spoke a string of words in English.
He spoke very quickly and with a heavy accent, so Shang Yan didn't understand him at first.
Shang Yan reached out and tugged at Zhou Ping's sleeve. "What did he just say?"
Zhou Ping pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and replied, "He just asked us two mere mortals how we dared to defy a god, and whether we knew who he was."
After Zhou Ping finished translating, Poseidon spoke a string of incomprehensible English.
Shang Yan tugged at Zhou Ping's sleeve, then stepped forward and said, "If you don't understand, can you speak Chinese? Our English is an extracurricular class, it's not on the test!"
Poseidon: ...
Poseidon turned his gaze to Zhou Ping, who seemed to understand him, and continued, "Do you think you can stop the sea god's advance?"
“I can give it a try.” Zhou Ping gripped his sword tightly, his sword intent surging around him, the sharp sword intent standing up to the terrifying pressure.
Besides, he's not alone.
This time, I could finally understand what the sea god was saying; he was speaking Chinese.
It seemed a fight was about to break out. The laws of life and death around him fluctuated, and the moment the laws of life and death appeared, Poseidon's already furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply.
"The aura of life and death?" He looked at the brown-haired, blue-eyed youth behind Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping turned to the side, blocking his probing gaze.
“Your Great Xia has no gods, and you cannot protect the [Shiva's Lament]. You might as well hand it over to me and let us Olympus control it.”
"The affairs of Great Xia are none of your concern, Greek gods," he said calmly, his gaze meeting Poseidon's angry eyes.
As Shang Yan drew his sword, the vines in his hand began to grow rapidly, and thousands of green leaves from the surrounding trees rushed towards him.
Needless to say, they've already started fighting.
The sharp sword energy swept across the entire sky along with thousands of fine leaves. At this moment, the fallen leaves and flowers all became sharp blades that collided with the layers of rising waves and dissipated into the world.
After Shang Yan leaped into the sky, the thousands of flying leaves in his hand slowly condensed into a huge tornado, which headed towards Poseidon, the sea god below.
Seeing this, Zhou Ping, who was wielding his sword below, unleashed a surge of sword intent, his sword momentum unstoppable. In just a moment, above the East China Sea, the sharp sword energy was all-pervasive, and with a single swing, he slashed upwards towards the figure standing on the waves.
The waves surged skyward, crashing down on the ground and creating a tremendous roar that lasted for a long time.
The helicopters that were originally above the coastline have retreated again and again. The power on this battlefield is too great. One helicopter was even hit by a leaf and crashed down.
The moment the waves collided with the tornado, they were cut into countless raindrops by the fine blades, which weakly crashed onto the sea surface, only to converge again and merge into new waves.
After fighting for a while, Poseidon noticed that Shang Yan, who was flying in the sky, and Zhou Ping, who was on the other side, were still full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue. He then realized that something was wrong.
The problem must lie with that young man who holds the power of life and death in his hands.
How could a mortal body wield the power of laws so freely?
We absolutely cannot let him stay.
He suddenly looked at Shang Yan, who was surrounded by green leaves, and threw the trident in his hand directly in Shang Yan's direction!
The divine weapon's power was unstoppable, and its speed was extremely fast; this was the Sea God's all-out attack.
A sword came flying through the air, knocking the huge trident off its course.
Shang Yan reached out and caught the trident, which sent him flying into the sky.
The charge was too powerful; the trident's spike pierced his left chest cavity, where it was blocked by his hand, preventing it from advancing any further.
As he soared into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, Shang Yan smiled, and the thousands of silk threads in his hands floated.
"This is mine."
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