Chapter 273: Self Detonation? (1/2)

Splash—

As soon as that was said, a seawater giant at least three hundred meters tall stood up from the waves. It seemed to direct a real pair of eyes at Qing Han and was the image of a dao immortal.

“No more trouble, child. Come home with me.” Its words rumbled in the sky like thunder, causing the surrounding waters to whip up calamitous tides. Many nearby boats and monster spirits who couldn’t escape in time were torn apart by the prodigious waves.

The skiff that Lu Yun and Qing Han sat in was only about a meter and a half long, but it remained safe and stable despite the tempest. Stretching languidly at the boat’s stern, Qing Han squinted with thoughtful curiosity. “Wasn’t I branded a traitor to be killed on sight?” he asked. “Why are you now telling me to go back?” His expression was fearless, even a little derisive.

The saltwater giant raised its aqueous eyebrows at the response. After a moment, it reached out with a silent grab.

Boom.

The surrounding seawater exploded into a flurry of crests and swells, surging toward the small boat.

Sploooosh.

An even bigger wave whipped up, smashing the giant’s hand and surrounding surges into a million droplets. A silver-haired man in a cerulean robe walked out from the void.

“Qing Quan, you disgusting exhibitionist! Don’t think I don’t recognize you from behind that facade!” He cackled with insolent disdain as he threw a straight jab at the giant. The punch seemed to carry a hundred million newtons of force behind it, destroying the giant in an enormous big geyser of brine.

“Wellspring, how dare an old demon like you interfere in the Qing Clan’s affairs? Do you not fear our reprisal?” His seawater giant broken, Qing Quan showed his true form. He was the dao immortal who’d appeared in Dusk Province the last time, attacking Lu Yun and nearly causing Qing Han’s death from a mixture of new poisons.

In return, he’d become the laughingstock of the world. Apart from losing the Qing ancestral treasure, he’d gotten his clothes ripped off by a cultivator junior, forcing him to run nude through the streets. Because of this, he desperately wanted to kill Lu Yun and capture Qing Han to redeem his name.

“Hahahaha, the Qing Clan’s affairs?” The silver-haired Wellspring roared with laughter. “I can afford to anger a clan of your caliber.”

Hum...

A ripple flared out from Wellspring, gathering power from the seawater for leagues around. A cerulean ball of light three hundred meters across appeared in front of him. Lightning snaked across the ball’s surface, thundering toward Qing Quan with lethal force.

“I’ve hooked him. Show yourselves!” Qing Quan suddenly roared with laughter.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three great figures stepped out from wrinkles in space, firing off terrifying attacks in unison. Wellspring’s ball of light was annihilated in the blast.

“You think far too little of the Qing Clan, Wellspring! Let me see if you really can afford to offend us!” A tall, broad-shouldered dao immortal grinned angrily.

“You’re from the Skandha Range too, eh, Wellspring? Tsk tsk tsk, is Lu Yun really your master’s bastard son? Is that why you protect him like this?”

Although the current Skandha Range appeared rather pedestrian—presently, it was only inhabited by a group of monster spirits who’d sealed their cultivation—it had an infamous history of serving as a safe haven for all kinds of monster spirits and other villains.

When the divines ruled the world, even they dared not cross the Skandha Range. At its peak, the Range was capable of facing any of the imperial courts head on and indisputably the foremost sacred land of evil.