The sea churned into towering white waves, a massive stone statue stood on the shore, akin to a mountain, seeming to suppress the raging sea beyond Jiuzhou. Its war sword pointed vaguely towards the Capital, emitting an incredibly powerful and invisible presence.
At this moment, a tall and robust young man was standing on top of the stone statue's head. His eyes gleamed with a cold spark. His black hair fluttered in the wind, where he stood looking like a god or a devil, looking down from above with an air of disdain for the world, full of matchless arrogance.
His loud laughter shook the sea into continuous roars of unhappiness. The Nine-headed God Snake and Ye Jiuchong on the opposite side were clearly at a significant disadvantage, with blood traces at the corners of their mouths and a touch of paleness on their faces.
