Chapter 110: Combat in the Deep Sea

In almost an instant, Lin Feng escaped the Yinque Palace using the Water Mirror Disk, not daring to delay for even a second.

When he reappeared on the beach, his tense expression shifted abruptly. A fierce glint flickered in his eyes, his fingers gripping the Water Mirror Disk trembled slightly, and killing intent coiled around him.

"It was I who doomed them!" The serene and beautiful fishing village was now reduced to ruins and broken walls. The corpses of the villagers lay soaking in the foul-smelling mud, attracting swarms of flies. The Ji Family Village looked as if it had been struck by a tsunami, completely annihilated before his eyes.

"Ninth Uncle, Qi'er, I will make the entire Li Sea pay with your lives!"

After a long moment, he moved, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward the Ji Family Village. *Whoosh*—he swung the Prison Fire Wind-Chasing Fan repeatedly, burning the mangled remains of the islanders along with their homes. A massive fire soared into the sky. On the surface of the Li Sea, waves rolled violently as three demon cultivators charged onto the shore, reeking of murderous intent.

"Right on time!" A cold light flashed in the corner of Lin Feng’s eyes as he turned to face them.

"Brothers, it seems this is the brat who killed Pi Qing. The Chief was right after all." The three large men were, in their true forms, a spider crab, an electric eel, and a golden-haired turtle, all mid-stage transformed demon cultivators.

With a flash of light, they assumed human form, sneering in unison as they stared at their prey.

"Kid, surrender obediently to avoid us having to get our hands dirty. Look, the tide is going out, and we’re in a hurry to get back for a drink..." The man transformed from the electric eel was tall and thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks—a picture of cunning and wretchedness.

"Brother Changshao is absolutely right. Hey, which sect are you from? State your name at once!" The short, fat, bald man, transformed from the golden-haired turtle, wore a checkered robe, his belly protruding comically.

"You dead turtle, you’re asking me?" Lin Feng walked forward slowly, his precious fan waving gently.

The golden-haired turtle, Yi Nian, flew into a rage: "Brother Changshao, Brother Guihan, don't interfere! Watch me smash him to pieces!"

Changshao and Guihan nodded with cold smiles, looking forward to the golden-haired turtle’s signature move.

"Hi!" Yi Nian stepped forward and spread his arms, conjuring two large spherical hammers from thin air. They glowed with golden light, striking toward Lin Feng like meteors. Each of these meteor hammers weighed three thousand catties; smashing a whale to death in the ocean would be a trivial task for them. Yi Nian was brimming with confidence.

"Break!" With a flurry of wind and fire, Lin Feng swung his fan violently, actually blowing the two meteor hammers right back along their path!

"Wah-yah-yah!" Yi Nian shrieked in terror. His body shifted, transforming into his true form—the golden-haired turtle—and he retreated into his shell. He turned his iron-hard back to meet the wind, fire, and the returning hammers. *Boom! Boom!* Two deafening crashes echoed; the meteor hammers bounced away, and the Heaven-Heart Fire failed to damage the tough shell, dissipating into the air.

Changshao and Guihan exchanged a glance, their expressions turning intensely greedy. Their eyes burned; could this precious fan be a top-grade spirit tool? Ordinary magic treasures did not have the power to summon wind and rain, and the Heaven-Heart White Flame blown from this fan drove them into a frenzy.

The two lunged at Lin Feng simultaneously. Killing was secondary; seizing the treasure was paramount. In their eyes, Lin Feng was merely relying on the advantage of a top-grade spirit tool and would eventually be forced to submit. With three against one, victory was a certainty.

Just as they were about to touch the fan, suddenly—their opponent’s shadow vanished from their sight. Three phantoms appeared behind them in an instant, and almost simultaneously, these three shadows unleashed a flurry of blades, firmly locking their escape routes.

"Severing the Azure Clouds!" This was his strongest sword technique to date. Following the Money Blade, he slashed fiercely at the two demon cultivators!

*Splatter!* Guihan the spider crab, like his cousin Pi Qing, was sliced into four pieces by the Moyan Sword. White crab paste sprayed everywhere, leaving a pool of disgusting yellow and white matter.

Changshao luckily escaped death—not because he possessed the formidable defense of Yi Nian, but because the contortionist skills of the electric eel clan saved his life at the critical moment. His body, flexible as pulled noodles, bent into an arch as the sword light struck, dodging the lethal blow.

"Ah—I’m going to eat you!" Changshao transformed into a ten-zhang-long black-spotted yellow eel, opening his mouth to swallow Lin Feng, his jagged teeth densely packed, looking ferocious.

"Fool, you're courting death!" With such a large frame, no matter how much he dodged, he couldn't escape a full-range sword technique like "Severing the Void"!

Countless sword auras and shadows erupted from within the eel’s body, ripping it alive into sashimi as blood sprayed everywhere!