Chapter 114: The Whaler Strikes—An Unstoppable Force!
Chapter 114: The Whaler Strikes with Unrivaled Might!
The fierce battle at sea—Luan Shan’s dread!
In the waters around Qianshan Island, a fishing boat drifted quietly, casting its nets as it passed through the area. It belonged to a nearby island, and though rumors had spread of clashes between the Qianshan Army and the Star Hunters’ pirates, the fisherman paid little heed. Such conflicts, however significant, would not stop him from fishing in the coastal waters. After all, earning a living was paramount.
Moreover, with the Qianshan Army guarding these seas, this area was far safer than the open ocean; danger was not expected here.
But now—
“What is that?” the lookout aboard the fishing vessel gasped, eyes wide.
A deep, resonant horn blast echoed across the water, its sound clear and unmistakable despite the distance.
This was no ordinary call. Even a master of the Three Rivers technique with but a fraction of their life force could be instantly overwhelmed. Now, faced with an enemy wielding the full strength of the Three Rivers, to engage was tantamount to courting death.
“Run?” The half-step master turned his back and slashed once with his blade. A sharp, brilliant gleam flashed across the edge, and with a thunderous crack, the sea below erupted in a towering wave five or six meters high. The rolling surf split apart, yet he could not withstand the strike; the sword severed both man and blade in one fell blow.
Boom!
White Yuan Nian moved with the force of a thunderstorm, striking with such power that the ship shattered, flags tore, and numerous pirates plunged into the sea, swallowed quickly by the waves.
Elsewhere—
Moments later, shadows of a fleet emerged on the horizon, flames rising and thick smoke billowing into the sky.
“Attack!”
This was a battle for life and death on Qianshan Island—everyone fought fiercely.
From the flagship of the attacked fleet, a figure suddenly appeared—a half-step master skilled in blood cultivation, his face filled with terror.
“A Three Rivers master?”
...
“Star Hunters, come out and meet your doom!”
White Yuan Nian’s figure flashed as he leapt into the air, swinging his sword. His blood energy crackled like lightning, and in a flash, towering waves surged, sweeping down with unstoppable force.
“Slash!”
Everywhere on the sea, fires blazed as dozens of warships clashed. These were elite forces—each soldier possessed blood cultivation power. A single master could destroy an entire fleet; ordinary vessels stood no chance against such destructive might. Thus, only masters could sway the tide of battle at sea.
“Damn it!”
Over the waters of Qianshan Island—
“This is bad! A massive battle is breaking out at sea. We must turn and flee!”
“I’ll deal with you!”
Panic gripped him as he tried to steer his boat further away. This battle involved nearly a hundred warships, tens of thousands locked in combat—no simple fishing boat could survive here.
The vessel turned sharply and fled at full speed.
He had no intention of fighting.
With a hundred warships intertwined across a sea area spanning tens of kilometers, the entire region had transformed into a battlefield. This was a legendary clash, a rare and massive naval war atop the East Sea.
The lookout finally saw the full scope of the scene and was horrified, hurriedly issuing commands.
The half-step master was in full retreat, desperate and cornered.
A booming voice rang out, and in an instant, a massive ship’s mast shattered, cleaved cleanly in two.
The wielder of the heavy blade was none other than White Yuan Nian. Wherever his sword struck, the decks cracked, and the keel was sliced inch by inch.
On the Star Hunters’ ship, pirates trembled in terror, their fear so intense it choked their breaths.
Such divine power could only belong to a master.
A powerful master charged forward—it was the recently surrendered master from the Three Mountain United Islands. His expression was grave as he joined forces with another to confront the threat.
At this moment—
“The Star Hunters’ troops are indeed formidable!” Bai Tanlang commanded the warships.
Though they had only about four or five thousand soldiers, their blood cultivation was superior even to the Qianshan Army.
Fortunately, the Qianshan soldiers were equipped with exceptionally fine gear, crafted by the Forging Mountain Manor. Hundreds of martial arts experts had also joined the Qianshan Army, each a formidable force.
Swish!
The broad-bladed warrior swung his long knife, the blade flashing fiercely as he cut down more than ten Star Hunter soldiers in an instant.
Concealed among ordinary vessels, he had already destroyed two ships in a decisive victory.
“This battle favors us... but the true outcome hinges on the masters’ fight.”
The knife-wielding warrior glanced around, suspicion creeping into his heart. “Where is Luan Shan? Why hasn’t he intervened? And where is the Whaler Lord?”
...
Aboard the Star Hunters’ flagship.
Luan Shan had yet to act, standing guard beside his puppet and the Thousand Souls Banner.
He watched as White Yuan Nian unleashed his might, single-handedly sweeping through the fleet, breaking two ships. The two masters who joined forces before now retreated under his assault; one sword strike even severed a shoulder clean through.
Luan Shan stirred but did not move.
“No action,” the cold voice of Master Luo declared.
“Master Luo, I don’t understand. I am a Six Rivers master...” Luan Shan finally spoke.
“There is something terrifying on their side, something I do not fully understand, but it has yet to appear,” Master Luo said frostily. “The Thousand Souls Banner trembles... they have linked with the forces of heaven and earth. The entire sea breathes with their presence.”
“I am only half a step from the Dao; I can sense their existence.”
“If you leave, this puppet will be destroyed, the Thousand Souls Banner broken. You will die, and the Ban Shan Army will be lost!”
Master Luo’s voice was icy, and these words sent chills racing down Luan Shan’s spine.
“Impossible...” he whispered, his back cold with fear.
He dared not move an inch. Circulating his blood energy to shield Master Luo behind him, Luan Shan, despite his Six Rivers power, was trapped—unable to budge.
...
Boom!
White Xuan’s figure flashed, slashing with a blade that seemed to open a tiger’s eye on the ship. The deck was swept by a fierce wind, leaving countless slash marks in its wake.
Swish!
Scores of Star Hunter pirates on deck erupted with blood veins bursting, their bodies fracturing as rivers of blood flowed across the planks.
“Ugh!”
A young sailor, despite his experience, could not help but vomit at the horror before him.
“Get used to it,” White Xuan said calmly.
He looked up, watching the Six Rivers blood energy slowly circulate—there was no sign of intervention or attack.
The sinister, overwhelming spiritual energy and the distant, seemingly connected aura remained still.
“Patience indeed,” White Xuan narrowed his eyes.
From the moment he entered the battlefield, he sensed the enemy’s presence. The Six Rivers master was his chosen prey, ripe for turning into a Whaler and slain in battle.
But the true terror was Master Luo. White Xuan felt the vast difference between him and the Three Yin Daoist was like heaven and earth.
The power contained within that long banner was several times greater than White Xuan’s talisman sword. If the enemy was allowed to wield it without limit, it was a prospect White Xuan could not accept.
Yet, the opponent did not move. The Six Rivers master Luan Shan guarded silently beside Master Luo, clearly wary.
What they feared needed no explanation.
“Can you sense me...” White Xuan’s eyes narrowed.
“But it doesn’t matter. In the end, I will simply slaughter all the Star Hunters.”
Now aboard his sixth warship, White Xuan casually swung his Blue Water Blade, effortlessly cutting down foes. Across the boundless sea, burning blood and fire marked the Star Hunters’ ruin.
(End of chapter)