Ling Yunpo was teleported to the center of the sea and gradually calmed his emotions.
Most of these loose cultivators were weaklings, but a few among them were extraordinary individuals, adept at various bizarre secret techniques. Multiple times, they nearly caused Ling Yunpo to capsize.
Fortunately, with Ah Jing's assistance, he was always teleported out of the attack range at the most critical moments, avoiding a tragic death by scheming hands.
The Tai Yin Suming Sword remained as reliable as ever. No matter the defensive techniques, flying sword blocks, or magical treasure interceptions, all were instantly shattered—none could withstand its divine edge.
By the end of the killing spree, Ling Yunpo had lost count of how many he'd slain. Regardless, the corpses piled up so high that rivers of blood flowed beneath them.
Of course, he had no other choice.
