Children of the Sea had begun their hunt.
With the Sea Orcas left leaderless, their unity fractured and spirit shaken, the tides had shifted. Now was the time to strike—before another tyrant could rise. And yet, it seemed fate had already placed a new crown on an old beast.
Xiao Bai led the charge, a fierce gleam in her eyes that rivaled the sea's reflection under the midday sun. This was more than vengeance—it was justice. She had reclaimed her brother. Zhongli, ever merciful in his quiet way, had even revived her fallen Demon Spirit Shark clan.
But some debts still demanded blood.
As their group carved through the waves like blades, the dark silhouettes of Demonic Spirit Orcas began to rise in the depths ahead. Towering among them was their newly crowned Orca King, a hulking beast of rage and remnants. Though not as powerful as the last, he was still a formidable 90,000-year-old spirit beast, pulsing with bloodlust.
The new king met their gaze with contempt. His red eyes flared. He let out a guttural snarl and twisted his colossal body with brutal grace. In one fluid motion, his massive tail cleaved the water, launching a scarlet energy blade howling through the sea toward Xiao Bai.
She didn't flinch.
Her eyes narrowed to slits. Then her body shimmered, distorted by a ripple of spirit energy—before erupting into her new beast form, one forged from the rage of oceans and the legacy of her bloodline.
Xiao Bai's Transformation: Sharkcrash Form
From the core of her being surged forth a monstrous, magnificent form—Sharkcrash, a fusion of shark, dragon, and war god.
Her head elongated, sleek and dangerous, with angular lines that carved through the water like a predator's blade. A bold crimson faceplate grinned with menace, while a single, glowing blue eye radiated sentient fury from the center of her forehead.
Her body—serpentine yet muscular—twisted with predatory elegance. Purple skin glistened like the deep sea under moonlight, interlaced with green, blade-like fins that flared from her spine and shoulders like living weapons. Yellow-gold trim accented her joints, shimmering like treasure buried beneath stormy waves.
From her arms extended curved, bladed fins, scythe-like talons meant for slicing through both water and flesh. Her wings—angular fin-structures armored with white bone blades—flared wide, and her tail, lined with spiked plating, curled like a whip poised to strike.
She was no longer just a beast.
She was judgment incarnate.
With a burst of speed, Xiao Bai swerved past the incoming energy blade—a flash of purple, white, and light blue trailing from her fins. The ocean groaned around her as she launched forward in a spiral, closing the gap between herself and the Orca King in the blink of an eye.
Before he could even register her movement, her bladed fins cleaved across his chest, tearing through layers of armor and spirit energy. A guttural roar escaped the king's maw, rippling across the battlefield.
Not done yet, she twisted mid-spin and lashed her fin toward a second Demonic Spirit Orca charging in from the flank. It barely saw death coming. A single slice—and it sank into the abyss.
The others hesitated.
Too fast. Too lethal.
Then came the final stroke.
From her gaping maw, a light-purple orb began to form, rotating within swirling rings of black and violet energy. It pulsed with growing density, humming with the promise of destruction.
With a feral roar, she released it.
A beam of black and purple concentric rings erupted from her mouth like a spiral lance, surging toward the wounded Orca King. The blast struck true, detonating on impact with a thunderous roar that rocked the ocean floor.
The Orca King's agonized roar echoed through the abyss, a deep bellow of pain that reverberated through coral walls and shattered silence across the battlefield.
Xiao Bai's destructive breath attack had torn through his defenses, sending him lurching backward in bloodied spirals. The dark water around him frothed and bubbled, stained with his power. But his kin—loyal to the end—rushed to his aid.
A pack of Demonic Spirit Orcas, gliding like underwater shadows, surged forward in synchronized fury. Their cries were sharp, desperate, thunderous. A tide of muscle and fury was coming for Xiao Bai.
But they never made it.
Sea Witch Douluo, Hai Nuwu
Without a word, she appeared.
The sea shimmered—no, bent—as if recognizing an ancient mistress. In a flash of rippling bubbles and ethereal glow, Sea Witch Douluo, Hai Nuwu, emerged like a siren from myth. Floating above the seabed with haunting grace, her dark robe fluttered like ink in water, her presence commanding yet serene.
From her delicate fingers, she raised her soul spirit—a long, black flute engraved with wave-like sapphire etchings that glowed faintly with divine aura. The moment the flute touched her lips, the water itself seemed to listen.
She began to play.
A low, haunting melody filled the battlefield—a song older than speech, soaked with oceanic sorrow and ancient wrath. It crawled into the minds of the Demonic Spirit Orcas like a tide of needles.
They shrieked.
Pain—not from wounds, but from within their very spirits. Their formations broke. Their rage faltered. Eyes once blood-red were now clouded with confusion and suffering.
And then, she released her Seventh Spirit Ring Skill:
Water Elementals – "Regiaqua Legion"
The sea began to glow.
All around her, the ocean stirred. Whirlpools formed, not from motion, but from summoning. From the seafloor and liquid veil, figures began to rise—not flesh, but living water, summoned from her song and the sea itself.
They took humanoid forms, towering nearly three meters tall. Their bodies were forged of translucent, shimmering aqua-blue water, endlessly shifting and rippling. Their limbs were loosely connected, flowing like currents bound by will rather than form.
Across their chests and foreheads pulsed a pattern of seven glowing white dots, arranged like celestial constellations or braille seals—mysterious and mechanical, like ancient guardians born from forgotten oceans.
Each was a living sculpture of water and magic:Arms shaped like crashing waves, ending in dripping, jagged blades and tendrils.
Legs faded into swirling whirlpools, hovering above the ground like ghosts from a drowned world.
Wave-crests and splash-shaped horns crowned their heads, with no mouths, no eyes—only presence.
They were Aqua—the Ocean's Will made manifest.
With a subtle flourish of her hand, still playing her song, Hai Nuwu gestured forward.
In synchronized silence, the Water Elementals obeyed. From their liquid arms, they formed spears, tridents, and curved water-blades, all sharpened to deadly edges by spirit energy. The weapons shimmered like moonlight on water, beautiful and terrible.
With an explosive burst of motion, the elementals surged forward—flowing, twisting, splitting into ribbons, reforming, striking. The Demonic Spirit Orcas, already writhing in mental anguish from the melody, were now overwhelmed by this silent legion.
Cries of pain and confusion rang through the battlefield as weapons of living water pierced hide and scale, exploding into splashes before reforming again and again.
As the Aqua legion surged and slashed, keeping the Orcas locked in anguish and combat, a few of the Demonic Spirit Orcas broke free, desperately fleeing toward the deeper trench zones of the battlefield.
Their movements were frantic, their blood trailing in long crimson ribbons through the water.
They thought they'd escaped.
They were wrong.
Sea Dragon Douluo, Hai Long
From above, the ocean trembled.
A deep, ancient roar erupted—not from a beast of flesh, but from the memory of the sea's own wrath.
Then, Sea Dragon Douluo Hai Long descended, shrouded in a tide of blue-gold energy. His presence was thunder in water, his aura crashing over allies and enemies alike with suffocating pressure.
Behind him, reality tore open into a spectral gate—and from it, a massive, draconic figure surged forth like a deity of wrath.
Spirit Manifestation: Gyarados
His spirit beast was no illusion, no trick of water and light.
It was a giant, piscine-dragon, coiling in the air and sea like a nightmare made manifest. Its body was long and serpentine, blue-scaled, and streaked with yellow underbelly ridges. Down each side, a line of yellow spots pulsed faintly with energy.
Its gaping maw was wide enough to crush a ship, ringed with four glistening fangs and yellow lips curled in permanent fury.
Red eyes glared with primal hate.
Dark blue crest and white dorsal fins sliced through the water like tridents.
Its barbels, blue and twitching, shimmered with charged water energy.
Gyarados hovered, coiled, ready to strike—a true dragon of the tide.
The fleeing Orcas paused in fear, sensing death before it reached them.
Hai Long raised his right arm, water swirling violently around his clenched fist. His eyes flashed as he declared:"Fifth Spirit Skill: Water Dragon King's Destructive Fist!"
Water Dragon King's Destructive Fist
In an instant, the water surrounding his fist began to swirl faster—raging currents condensed into a cyclone of crushing pressure, spinning tighter and tighter. The ocean darkened as the power within his fist warped the surroundings, drawing in everything—light, current, even sound.
Then he punched.
A blur.
A shockwave.
Water exploded outward in a spherical blast, the pressure so great that the seabed cracked and rippled. The water carried a screeching roar—the sound of mountain-breaking force unleashed in one devastating burst.
The spectral Gyarados echoed the strike, its body coiling like a spring and then lunging forward in perfect synchrony, its massive maw lined with water energy that spiraled like a typhoon.
The punch landed.
A cluster of fleeing Orcas was caught in the impact.
They never screamed.
Their bodies were torn apart by the sheer force—bones shattered, flesh disintegrated into red mist, their spiritual cores dimming in an instant. The water churned violently, littered with blood and fragments.
While Sea Illusion Douluo — Hai Huanjue
He did not rise with fury like Hai Long, nor command sweeping forces like Hai Nuwu. Instead, he drifted—shadow-wrapped, half-seen in flickers. His spirit rings shimmered quietly behind him, like drowning stars.
And then, the sea twisted.
Spirit Manifestation: Arbok (Cursed Cobra King)
A coil erupted from the depths, spiraling upward in a slow, hypnotic wave.
From it rose a monstrous serpent—a twisted Arbok, unlike anything seen before.
Its head, cobra-shaped and more angular, bore a snarl filled with gleaming venomous fangs.
Its eyes, yellow and malevolent, radiated a cruel intelligence—a gaze that peeled back the mind's sanity.
Its blue forked tongue flickered constantly, tasting the air for fear.
But most terrifying was its hood.
As the Arbok spread its hood wide, it was as though the ocean's shadows widened with it.
The Hood of Madness
The hood bore a demonic face pattern—alive with twisted illusion:
Red flame-like markings created cruel, angular eyes that glared with sentient malice.
A bright yellow sigil, shaped like a glowing maw, pulsed at the center—an otherworldly mouth caught in a scream.
Black tendrils of darkness trailed behind, giving the illusion of dark fire or leaking shadow, corrupting everything nearby.
Its body rippled with power—muscular, yet phantom-like, a blend of the physical and spiritual. From its sides extended shadowy tendrils, serpentine arms ending in curling, claw-like wisps of smoke.
It hovered in a semi-coiled pose, dominating the waterspace with its cursed majesty.
6th Spirit Skill — Soul Bane
Hai Huanjue's voice was no louder than a whisper. Yet the sea seemed to carry it into the minds of all nearby."Sixth Soul Skill... Soul Bane."
The Arbok's hood flared wide. The eyes in the hood flashed red, and the yellow "mouth" lit up like a signal from the abyss.
A wave of invisible pressure radiated outward—not targeting the body, but invading the mind.
The eyes of several Demonic Spirit Orcas dimmed and then sharpened, now glazed with confusion… and hostility.
They turned—not toward the humans—but toward each other.
The Madness Unleashed
Roars erupted from the affected Orcas.
One lunged at its comrade, tearing a chunk of flesh from its side.
Another unleashed a sonic pulse meant for enemies—now vaporizing its own kin.
The sea turned red again—but not from battle. From betrayal.
Each Orca struck with conviction, believing their allies had turned traitor. There were no shrieks of pain—only snarls of vengeance. They fought as if driven by logic, not madness.
One Orca brutally headbutted another into a coral spire.
Two siblings grappled each other, smashing into a reef wall until one stopped moving.
None of them realized they were under illusion.
None could hear their real allies' cries.
None could stop.
As madness and bloodshed consumed the sea, a powerful silence rippled through the battlefield again—one of resolve, not fear.
Seahorse Douluo — Ou Ya
Standing on a swirl of ocean currents, Ou Ya's spirit rings pulsed like a tide cycle in motion—steady, rhythmic, but rising toward crescendo.
Behind him, his soul spirit erupted—a Kingdra, spectral and majestic.
Kingdra — Emperor of the Deep Currents
Its coiled tail churned the sea beneath it like a whirlpool locked in a flex.
Blue-scaled armor shimmered like ocean dusk, with sharp fins rising like royal crests.
From its snout, condensed power whistled like a storm trapped in silence.
Ou Ya raised his hand slowly.
"Fourth Spirit Skill… Draco Meteor."
The Kingdra's snout began to glow, gathering a sphere of deep violet energy, pulsing with pressure as if drawing power from the ocean floor itself.
With a roar that resonated through the currents, Kingdra launched the sphere skyward.
High above, the orb exploded into a cosmic rupture, releasing dozens of glowing purple meteors, trailing violet arcs as they plummeted down like divine judgment.
The sky turned dark with streaks of flame.
Each meteor that hit the ocean's surface erupted in a towering explosion, instantly obliterating entire squads of Demonic Spirit Orcas, their cries lost in the overwhelming roar of crashing stars.
Sea Star Douluo — Hai Xing
But the enemy struck back.
A concentrated blue energy beam lanced toward Hai Xing, aiming straight for his chest.
Yet the Sea Star Douluo remained calm. He raised his arm."Third Spirit Skill — Protect."
A hexagonal forcefield shimmered into being in front of him, composed of thousands of light-blue, interlocking tiles. The beam struck—and shattered harmlessly against the shield.
Then, his spirit rings flared brilliantly, especially the seventh."Martial Soul True Body: Starmie."
Soul Spirit — Starmie (True Body Form)
Hai Xing's body transformed—his human form consumed by violet light and shifting stars. In his place rose a radiant starfish-shaped being:
Twin interlocked violet stars, one atop the other, spun in unison.
The front star bore a central golden disc, within which sat a brilliant red jewel, glowing like a cosmic heart.
The rear star rotated, creating a whirling corona of energy and precision.
Light refracted from the gem in seven shifting colors, casting rainbow arcs across the ocean's surface.
He locked on to the fleeing Orcas.
"Fifth Soul Skill — Meteor Beam!"
From the glowing gem in Starmie's chest, a sphere of light-blue energy began to spin rapidly. The colors in the jewel condensed into a blinding white-hot beam, laced with yellow lightning.
A concentrated energy lance blasted forward—cutting through the ocean like a divine blade.
The beam struck the group of Demonic Spirit Orcas—vaporizing them in a single flash, their bodies torn apart by the condensed stellar force.
From the churning sea, a wave surged upward like a god rising from the abyss. And standing atop it—
Sea Lance Douluo.
A shimmering trident pulsed into existence in his grasp:
Three cruelly hooked prongs, shining silver-blue, gleamed like polished death.
Dark blue shaft adorned with purple fin-like flares, like the wings of a sea dragon.
As he raised it, the sea around him stilled in reverence.
He activated his 7th Spirit Skill: Martial Soul Avatar.
A colossal spectral figure emerged—a divine reflection of himself.His body: Tidal muscle, dense and sharp like carved reef stone.
His skin: Bioluminescent blue, glowing like the deep-sea abyss.
His armor: Gilded shell plating trimmed with royal gold and coral wave motifs, radiating authority.
Upon his brow, a crown of golden coral—and from his skull, two majestic horns curled back like sea-kings of old, part coral, part kraken.
His eyes, twin suns of yellow fury, stared down at the Orcas with a predator's promise.
Above him, his trident hovered, mirroring every movement—a soul weapon linked to his soul."Third Spirit Skill: Spiraling Water Lance."
His trident began to hum with coiling energy.
Water twisted and spun, forming a screaming spiral along the weapon's length. Ocean energy gathered—pressure building.
He reared back.
The trident, glowing aquatic blue, was launched—a divine harpoon through the storm.
It tore through the air with a howl, slicing effortlessly through two massive Demonic Spirit Orcas—leaving jets of black blood and boiling mist in its wake.
Sea Ghost Douluo, Hai Gui stepped forward, his aura like a creeping fog over a graveyard.
"Seventh Spirit Skill: Martial Soul True Body — Dragapult."
A phantasmal figure coiled above him like a weaponized shadow:Wing-like crests extended like blades of vapor.
Its triangular head, draconic and sharp, glinted with spectral intent.
Its long tail dissolved into transparent energy at the tip—like a soul without flesh.
Four triangular horns, jagged and void-black, spiraled like weapons of cursed design. Beneath it, glowing yellow-pink eyes burned with ancient, silent rage.
An orca lunged at him and used its Spirit Skill
"Orca Evil Spirit Axe!"
The air split with a crimson arc, like a war god's judgment falling. But—
It passed through nothing. This was the limited intangibility effect of Dragapult's True body.
Sea Ghost Douluo stood untouched—his form flickering like mist.
"Ninth Spirit Skill… Black Hole Eclipse."
Above Dragapult's head, a sphere spiraled into being—red, purple, and black, churning like the eye of an angry cosmos.
He cast it forward.
The orb expanded—a mini black hole. It swallowed water, sound, light—and dozens of orcas.
They screamed.
Their bodies twisted, collapsed, stretched into fragments—and then—
Boom.
The sphere imploded, a silent vacuum flash followed by a thunderous shockwave.
Nothing remained.
Only swirling mist, blood-stained foam, and the echo of obliteration.
[A/N:MC will get Dark Demon Evil God Tiger as a pet. Also, he will take one of Dai family member as student. Maybe the Unnamed Deceased Brother.]