Chapter 60: Shipwreck

When Zuo Zhicheng’s ribs finally healed, and he could once again practice the Authentic Transmission Martial Arts, in the distant Western Sea, an unprecedented nightmare finally appeared for the first time in the world’s sight.

Here, in the ocean about five hundred kilometers west of the Central Plains’ shore, an ocean-going fleet was sailing toward the New Continent.

A sailor holding a telescope suddenly shouted in alarm. Through the telescope, he could see a strange ship with no sails, no sailors, and a hull that looked patched together, heading toward the fleet.

Inside that ship, a chattering sound rang out.

Shen Zong put down the book in his hand, glanced at the Dwarf Spirit hopping at his feet, and said, “Encountered a ship? Well, I’ll go and take a look.”

At this time, Shen Zong looked different from how he had appeared over four months ago when he was first released from the coffin. Unlike the skeletal thinness back then, he now still seemed thin but was within the range of a normal person.

Only his slightly sunken cheeks and still-pale skin gave a sense of malnutrition.

Of course, there was also the long black hair that draped over him like a coat.

He wore a gray robe as he slowly walked to the deck. In the distance, a warship was only about a kilometer away.

A Dwarf Spirit stretched out its hand, climbed onto the railing, and handed the telescope to him. Shen Zong looked through it casually and said, “Crude structure. Two thousand years have passed, everything changed, but human stupidity hasn’t changed at all.” As he spoke, he chuckled, his pale face appearing devilishly charming.

Then he lifted his palm. On the back of his hand, silver metallic liquid oozed from his pores, pooling together to form a metal sphere.

At the same time, strands of his long black hair coiled, taking on shapes like magnetic field lines, with blue sparks flashing across the hair.

Next, Shen Zong placed the tiny metal sphere from his hand onto the center of the hair configuration. As the electricity flickered, with the Electromagnetic Force acting, the metal sphere floated in mid-air.

Each strand of hair was as tough as steel and had the excellent conductivity of gold. Like coil after coil, they channeled violent electromagnetic force into the small metal sphere.

“This flavor is truly nostalgic.”

The next moment, the sphere shot toward a warship at an astonishing speed of ten times the speed of sound. Waves rose visibly on the sea surface. The metal sphere was too hard to see, so no one realized what had happened. The hit ship split apart from the middle and sank into the sea in two pieces.

South Saint Sect Dao Arts, Steel Armor Divine Thunder.

Shouts and cries of pain echoed over the water. Though they couldn’t tell what the attack was, Shen Zong’s ship was clearly the only strange thing on the sea right now.

So the freighters turned and started heading toward where Shen Zong was.

Meanwhile, on this side, Dwarf Spirits on the deck cheered loudly, like fans pumping up a sports rally.

But watching the Dao Arts in action, which had destroyed a freighter like an Electromagnetic Cannon, Shen Zong showed dissatisfaction.

“I forgot to add the scatter shot and Ignition Powder. That kind of mistake is something from when I was ten,” he said. At this point, Shen Zong’s eyebrow twitched, and he lifted his head to look toward the fleet.

A series of booming sounds suddenly rang out as the enemy fired cannons in his direction.

But that wasn’t what Shen Zong noticed. Even if those iron lumps had actually hit him, he wouldn’t have cared.

What really caught his attention was a white streak racing across the water toward Shen Zong at an incredible speed. In Shen Zong’s eyes, a person was making the streak happen.

This person strode on the waves easily as if walking on flat ground and surged toward Shen Zong.

Each step on the waves caused huge splashes, and the force propelled him at high speed.

“Interesting,” Shen Zong thought. In his Spiritual Energy Vision, the other looked like a blazing shooting star, his flames stretching high as if burning a hole in the sky. Clearly, his physical strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Qi Training Martial Artist.

“Hmm, probably about the combat power of a Western Wei lieutenant.”

“But until Martial Arts reaches Void Training, it’s just an ant.”

At that moment, the wave-walking man bellowed, “Who are you? I am Du Tianyu, the Heavenly Wave General of the Great Qi Naval Army! Stop your ship immediately and approach for inspection!”

Clearly, Shen Zong’s Dao Arts attack was too fast; no one had spotted it. They only saw the ship suddenly break apart and came to impose control.

Shen Zong chuckled softly. This time he raised his left hand. At the spot of his Laogong acupuncture point, streams of transparent heat flowed up. Then he opened his mouth and blew lightly, sprinkling Ignition Powder onto his palm. As the heat washed over it, a large swirling flame formed, quickly shaping a fireball in front of him.

With the fireball formed, his long hair vibrated like a tunnel, enclosing his entire arm and the fireball.

Electric sparks flashed continuously on the strands of hair. As the flame mixed with air, the temperature rose dramatically under microwave effects. Popping and crackling sounds came from the fire.

Until a dazzling blue light burst through the air around Shen Zong. Under the frenzied acceleration of electromagnetic force, it encapsulated the flame and heated-charged particles into a sphere, firing at the target.

South Saint Sect Dao Arts, Thunderfire Strike.

Boom!

With a dazzling appearance like a Plasma Cannon, the bluish-white light shot from Shen Zong’s palm, streaking across the sea at multiple times the speed of sound. Where it passed, steam billowed as the heat evaporated seawater.

But in the final moment of launch, Shen Zong adjusted his aim slightly. The Thunderfire Strike missed Du Tianyu and instead obliterated several warships behind him into ashes.

Even so, the sheer power from its proximity, the scorching air and steam, caused severe burns over Du Tianyu’s body. He cried out briefly before plunging into the sea.

“Cackle cackle!”

The Dwarf Spirits on the deck cheered loudly. Only when Shen Zong looked at them did they stop cheering as if doused in cold water and started trembling in fear.

“Running? That’s a foolish choice, though whatever you do is foolish,” Shen Zong shook his head, watching the fleet begin to flee again. He ordered, “Go fish him out for me. I have use for him.”

A hissing sound came as a Yin Woman leaped from the deck into the sea, wriggling her body like a swimming snake, heading to where Du Tianyu had fallen.

Shen Zong examined his palm, where the Life Grove Burning Hollow point was, bubbling with pus and blood.

“Still rejection reactions?” he thought. This brought Zuo Qingcang to mind. “You won’t escape much longer,” he snorted coldly.

The next moment, his gaze locked onto the fleeing ships.

“Chase them down and kill them all.”

The Dwarf Spirits steered the ship under their feet, cheering as it sailed toward the fleet.