bestfiction Chapter 955: This Venerable One Has No Intention of Showing You Mercy
Chapter 955: This Venerable One Has No Intention of Showing You Mercy
...Hearing these words, though they sounded quite trendy,
Amphitrite had a premonition that the man before her had no intention of sparing her.
But now, pinned to the ground by the oppressive auras of Chen Huaian and Li Qingran, unable to move a muscle,
The only thing she could do was continue kneeling on the ground, her forehead pressed against the reef, begging for mercy.
Right at that moment.
"Whoosh—!"
A sharp, piercing sound abruptly tore through the seawater!
A deep-blue light shot over from the deep sea like a meteor, so fast that even Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.
Thud!
It was a trident.
Its entire body was golden, its shaft carved with intricate patterns, its prongs gleaming with a cold, menacing light.
It pierced through the seawater, through the platform, and through Amphitrite's body—
piercing her clean through!
"Ah—!"
Amphitrite let out a shrill, miserable scream, blood gushing wildly, staining the reef beneath her crimson.
The trident's momentum undiminished, it carried her body and slammed it hard into the ground.
Most of the shaft plunged in, leaving only a section of the handle outside, buzzing and trembling.
Blood spread across the platform.
Amphitrite struggled, her fishtail twitching, her eyes filled with terror.
She turned her head with difficulty,
looking towards the direction the trident had come from—
The seawater churned.
A slender figure slowly coalesced.
It was a man.
To be precise, a member of the Sea Emperor Clan.
He had the upper body of a human, with a face so handsome it bordered on the demonically beautiful—sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, thin lips slightly pursed. He wore an exquisite golden crown on his head, its center inlaid with a deep-blue gem that emitted a soft glow.
His lower body was a long, serpentine tail.
The scales shimmered with a faint golden hue, each one neatly arranged, gleaming brilliantly in the dim seawater. With each gentle sway of his tail, he stirred the surrounding undercurrents, as if he himself were the master of this stretch of sea.
He strode upon the seawater, step by step, towards the platform.
His gait was elegant, unhurried.
As if the murderous trident thrown moments ago had not been his doing.
The Third Prince walked to Amphitrite's side,
extended a slender hand, and grasped the trident's handle.
Gave it a light pull.
Thud!
The trident was pulled out from Amphitrite's body, bringing forth a spray of blood.
"Ah—!"
Amphitrite screamed again, her body curling into a ball, blood gushing continuously from the wound.
The Third Prince didn't even glance at her.
His serpent tail swept out, striking her across the face.
Thump!
Amphitrite was sent tumbling away, crashing against the edge of the platform, collapsing to the ground, only able to twitch weakly.
"A lowly servant," the Third Prince slowly spoke, his voice lazy and somewhat indifferent, "dare to betray me?"
He paused, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile that sent chills down one's spine, "Truly... seeking death!"
After saying this, he no longer looked at Amphitrite, who had more breath going out than coming in, as if she were merely a piece of trash.
He turned around, facing Chen Huaian and the other two.
The trident in his hand spun lightly, drawing a deep-blue arc of light, then was held behind his back.
He scrutinized the trio.
His gaze lingered on Chen Huaian for a moment, on Li Qingran for a moment, and finally settled on Eve, a barely perceptible flicker of something strange passing through his eyes.
But he didn't let his gaze linger, merely speaking indifferently:
"To have come this far, you truly have not had it easy.
Now, it's still not too late for you to turn back."
He paused, the trident in his hand lightly tapping the ground, producing a dull "thud." The seawater behind him seemed to heed some summons, beginning to gather at his feet, finally converging into a throne forged from waves, lifting him high.
"This Sea God's position is not something you humans can covet."
"This is my final warning to you," he slightly raised his chin, "and my mercy."
Final warning and mercy, huh?
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.
This Sea Emperor Clan member was clearly more noble than the one encountered before.
Wearing a crown on his head, he was likely either an emperor or a prince or similar status.
He leaned more towards this being a prince.
Shouldn't the emperor of the Sea Emperor Clan be Sea God Poseidon?
Besides the Sea God, who would dare call themselves emperor?
Moreover, the entrance of a clan leader wouldn't be so lacking in grandeur—needing to step on the corpses of his own clansmen to display his might.
This was clearly someone who wanted to show off but lacked the capability, the most common type of second-generation heir found in certain major powers.
This Sea Emperor Clan member's strength was greater than the one encountered before.
But this strength was only marginally greater, even far inferior to the Sea Monster Xindra encountered earlier.
Chen Huaian was curious.
What gave the one before him the confidence to speak such arrogant words.
He also noticed at the same time.
The oppressive auras of the Phoenix and Vermilion Bird emanating from him and Li Qingran could clearly render that mermaid immobile, only able to offer her neck for slaughter, yet they had no effect on this Sea Emperor Clan member before him.
Finally, Chen Huaian's gaze fell on the trident before the Third Prince, a flash of understanding in his eyes.
That trident carried a dense fluctuation of divinity.
It was this divine fluctuation that neutralized the oppressive auras from him and Li Qingran.
If that's the case...
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes, sword light erupting within them.
He casually waved his hand.
Whoosh—!
A strand of Sword Qi shot from his fingertip.
That Sword Qi was as fine as a hair, white as fresh snow, drawing an elegant arc through the deep-blue seawater as it flew towards the Third Prince.
Light and airy, slow and leisurely.
As if it were merely a leaf drifting with the wind.
The Third Prince frowned, about to speak—
Boom!
That Sword Qi abruptly accelerated!
Instantly tearing through the seawater, shattering space, carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth, it slashed directly at the seawater throne beneath the Third Prince's feet!
Crash—!
The throne formed from seawater instantly exploded, turning into a mist of water filling the sky.
The Third Prince's face changed drastically, his body losing balance, staggering back.
And the trident before him—
Hum!
A golden light suddenly blazed!
The light was as dazzling as the sun, coalescing before the Third Prince into a golden barrier, forcefully blocking that hair-thin strand of Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi collided with the barrier.
Ssss—!
A piercing friction sound resounded throughout the entire stretch of sea.
That tiny strand of Sword Qi actually persisted for a full three breaths in its confrontation with the divine artifact before finally exhausting its strength and dissipating.
And the golden light on the trident also dimmed somewhat.
The Third Prince stood in place, his face as pale as paper.
He hugged his head, curled his body, hiding behind the trident, trembling all over.
Only after the Sword Qi dissipated and the surroundings returned to calm did he slowly raise his head, cautiously peeking out.
Unharmed?
He looked down at himself, then at the trident still floating before him—
Truly unharmed!
The Third Prince's eyes instantly lit up.
He stepped out from behind the trident, straightened his back, the terror on his face swept away, replaced by arrogance and disdain.
"Hahaha—!"
He threw his head back and laughed, the laughter echoing through the seawater.
"You dare to strike?"
He looked at Chen Huaian, his eyes filled with mockery and scorn:
"Truly ignorant of life and death!"
Chen Huaian looked at him, not speaking.
Only the corner of his mouth slightly curved upward.
That smile made the Third Prince's heart inexplicably skip a beat.
"Your reliance, is it this?"
He pointed at the trident in the Third Prince's hand, his tone flat:
"Let me guess—this was given to you by Poseidon for protection?
Perhaps it even contains a portion of the Sea God's might. You think, with this thing, you can deal with us?"
The Third Prince sneered, "Starting to feel afraid? Too late! Today, you—"
"But."
Chen Huaian interrupted him, his voice still calm:
"Haven't you noticed the crack on it?"
The Third Prince was stunned.
Crack?
He instinctively looked down at the trident in his hand.
Then—
His pupils abruptly contracted.
On that brilliantly golden shaft, at the spot where it had just collided with the Sword Qi, a hair-thin crack lay quietly across it.
If one didn't look carefully, one wouldn't notice it at all.
But it was indeed there.
The Third Prince's face instantly turned deathly pale.
He opened his mouth.
Clang—!
A sword hum rang out.
The Third Prince jerked his head up, his throat as if choked by something, his entire body stiffening.
In mid-air, Chen Huaian stood poised in the air, one hand forming a sword seal.
His sleeves fluttered, his gray hair danced.
And behind him—
Densely packed.
Innumerable.
Countless silver-white Sword Qi hung quietly suspended.
Some as fine as hairs, some as thick as arms, some sharp as lightning, some heavy as mountains. They were layered upon layers, densely packed, extending from behind Chen Huaian all the way to the limit of sight, dyeing the entire stretch of sea a silvery white.
Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage!
Each strand of Sword Qi emitted an oppressive aura even more terrifying than the previous one.
That oppressive aura blanketed the sky and covered the earth, making the entire undersea prison tremble, causing the distant Sea World Beasts to flee madly, making the reefs on the platform continuously crack.
The Third Prince looked up, gazing at the sky full of Sword Qi.
His lips trembled, the trident in his hand now feeling as heavy as a thousand jun, making it almost impossible for him to hold.
Chen Huaian looked down at him.
His gaze was icy, devoid of any emotion.
"A broken fire poker, cracked after taking just one strand of This Venerable One's Sword Qi?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the Third Prince's ears:
"It's just that I wonder—"
He paused, the corner of his mouth curving into a cold arc:
"If This Venerable One now unleashes these countless Sword Qi, will that fire poker of yours still be of any use?"
As the words fell, the Third Prince's face no longer held a trace of color.
Chen Huaian looked at him, his smile growing colder:
"Also—"
He spoke word by word:
"This Venerable One does not intend to grant you mercy."
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