Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The Cultivation practitioners had already guessed what that huge creature in the ocean was, awful expressions forming on their faces.

It must have been the divine guarding animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect—the Flying Whale!

This was why the Godly Swordsman could display such a nonchalant self-confidence when facing such a dangerous situation.

It was because this huge animal had been hiding under the ocean and was ready to attack at any moment.

The mountain-like flying whale often flew over the ocean near Haizhou City.

At every Four-Seas Banquet, it would spew out ocean water that would fall down as raindrops to wash away the dust, forming the rainbow to welcome the guests at the banquet.

The flying whale wasn’t mysterious, but that didn’t make it any less formidable.

The flying whale flapped both of its fins leisurely, creating sprays that were one thousand feet high. It floated to the surface of the ocean.

The sea water slid down the smooth back of the whale, forming countless waterfalls and creating sounds of rumbling thunder; it was a magnificent scene.

The flying whale left the surface of the ocean, flying skyward with the watery mists. Its huge and fast-moving body pushed the air around it outwards, creating a gust of violent wind.

It reached a height of five miles from the ocean surface, and opened a huge mouth that looked like a black cave as it wailed to the east in a deep and intimidating voice.

The strong ocean wind was accompanied by the smell of salt and fish, which assaulted the senses of the Green Mountain disciples like the cuts of a knife, making them unsteady on their swords, and the sword lights surrounding the Cloud Platform swayed constantly like the small boats on the wavy ocean on the verge of capsizing.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the starlight shone down on the black colored back of the huge whale, reflecting a shady glow, looking like a real mountain. The flying whale was actually bigger than the Cloud Platform without the enshrouding cloud, casting a huge shadow on the surface of the ocean.

The shadow had also casted on the minds of the Cultivation practitioners of various sects laying siege to the Cloud Platform.

The wail of the flying whale grew louder, echoing above the ocean like the thunder, along with the whistling violent wind. Such a wail revealed a hostile and lethal intent.

In the next moment, a large amount of sea water shot out from its nostrils and became a downpour that fell to the ground.

In the midst of violent wind and rainstorm, the disciples of the Green Mountain barely managed to stay on their flying swords, their expressions grave, showing a hint of apprehension.

The disciples of other sects showed even more fearfulness even though they were further away.

A disciple of the Mirror Sect fell off the flying mirror due to the formidable wail of the whale. If he hadn’t been rescued by a sword light, he would have dropped into the ocean.

A fall from such a height would have killed him, even though he was a Cultivation practitioner.

Many people recalled what the Godly Swordsman had said earlier, and its meaning had finally sunk in.

Though the Green Mountain Sect was indeed very powerful, this was Haizhou, the territory of the West Ocean Sword Sect.

The West Ocean Sword Sect had hidden the flying whale in the ocean in advance and let it come out suddenly to intimidate them.

The flying whale was the divine guardian animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect, possessing a huge body and dreadful energy. Its Cultivation state was probably in the upper state of the Broken Sea, and even close to the Heavenly Arrival State!

Now that the Sect Master of the Green Mountain was busy holding off the Godly Swordsman, who would fight against this flying whale?

Chen Youtian, the peak master of Bihu, had just entered the Broken Sea state a few years ago, while the other three elders were in the initial state of the Broken Sea.

The commander of the Great Marsh was a bit stronger, but he wasn’t equal to the flying whale in the slightest.

The difference of the half-step to the Heavenly Arrival State and the regular Broken Sea State was simply too enormous.

Standing in the rainstorm and looking at the huge flying whale, Bu Qiuxiao mulled over how to irritate the whale to make it go away.

The flying whale was too large, like a real black mountain. If they fought it here, the battle, regardless of winning or losing, would harm many regular Cultivation practitioners.

Worst of all, many of those disciples in the lower states would probably die as a result.

He hoped that the divine animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect was inferior in the aspect of spiritual awareness; otherwise, they would all be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, he didn’t quite understand why the Green Mountain Sect had sent out so many disciples of the Undefeated State.

This wasn’t the same as simply purging demons and killing devils, which could help the young disciples gain experience and knowledge and develop their Dao Heart.

It was the real battle between sects this night, which would be dangerous for the young disciples; at least, they shouldn’t have showed up at the very beginning of the battle.

After he thought about this for a brief moment, Bu Qiuxiao jumped up, intending to get attention of the flying whale.

It was right then that he sensed something, and his expression slightly changed; he craned his neck looking up at a higher place in the night sky.

The sea water shot out from the flying whale’s nostrils, falling down as the rainstorm; the starlight became dimmer as a result.

Suddenly, the countless lines of raindrop broke off, turning into many fragments.

Every fragment of the transparent line of rain spread due to an invisible force, forming an individual snowflake.

The rainstorm had turned into a heavy snowfall.

The night sky suddenly became very cold.

Seeing the snowflakes in the night sky, the Cultivation practitioners were shocked speechless. They were not afraid of either winter or summer, but somehow, at that moment these Cultivation practitioners felt as cold as if their bones were pierced by a sharp instrument.

A black dot appeared amid the falling snowflakes.

It was a man in black clothing.

The snowflakes fell down very rapidly.

The man in black arrived very fast, drifting down with the snowflakes, his legs being encircled by the residual lightning bolts.

Did this person come down from the thunder region?

The man in black landed on the back of the flying whale.

In comparison to the huge mountain like body of the flying whale, he looked like a grain of dust, but his weight seemed heavier than the sky.

The flying whale wailed indignantly, dropping a thousand feet.

It flailed its two fins wildly, creating two gusts of violent wind. The whale tried its hardest to stay in the air, but it found it impossible to do so.

It tried to roll sideways to shake the man in black off its back, but the whale failed to achieve that as well.

The heavy snowfall continued, landing around the man in black; and soon the whale’s back was covered by a layer of extremely cold snow.

The residual thunder and lightning enshrouding the man in black entered the body of the whale through the bottom of the warrior’s feet.

The thudding sounds came out from inside the whale’s huge body; was that the residual power of the heavenly thunder?

The whale’s body had to withstand the unimaginable coldness, along with the brutal energy from the thunder and lightning inside its body, until at last the flying whale couldn’t take it anymore; it dropped down to the surface of the ocean with a painful shriek.

The flying whale was the divine guardian animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect, regarded by its young disciples as their master. They considered the flying whale a familiar companion in addition to something that should be respected and feared. Witnessing what they just saw made their eyes widen, their mouths agape, and they were all anxious to go to its rescue, but it was impossible for any of them to get close to the patch of the wind and snow.

Boom!!!

The mountainous flying whale dropped into the ocean, creating a wave as high the very mountains.

The frightening large waves rolled toward the seashore, crushing the chaotic rocks into pieces, causing many landslides off the nearby cliffs. The shoreline of thirty miles in length had been destroyed beyond recognition.

The ruined old Sea-God Temple had also collapsed, and the 100-foot high sea water drowned the temple. After the tide receded, the temple was completely gone, with nothing left of it.

Haizhou City had an earthquake. Many houses had cracks first and then collapsed.

The man in black stood on the whale’s back and looked westward with his hands clasping.

The voices of the disciples of the Green Mountain rang out throughout the night sky.

“Greetings, Sword Justice.”

The man in black was Yuan Qijing, the Sword Justice of the Green Mountain, and the Peak Master of Shangde.

The wind and snow faded away, and heaven and earth returned to quietness.

No other sound could be heard except the waves of the ocean.

Yuan Qijing gazed at the place where the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was, saying nothing.

But what he intended to state had already been heard throughout heaven and earth.

The Green Mountain Sect was just like this.

They had two figures in the Heavenly Arrival State.

No other sect in Chaotian, apart from the Center Sect, possessed such strength.

What could they do in case the Green Mountain wanted to attack any sect face to face?