The mercury-like soul power instantly covered the entire cruise ship. In an instant, everything on the cruise ship appeared in Mo Wen's mind.
In the time it took to take a breath, he found traces of Shen Jing.
The soul power slowly retracted and disappeared in an instant, as though nothing had happened.
Mo Wen's face turned pale and the light in his eyes dimmed. A trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
He was not an immortal cultivator and could not release his spiritual senses. He could only use the secret technique of the Divine Soul Trillion Layers to forcefully draw out the soul power. However, this was too damaging to his vital Qi. In just a moment, his soul power was almost completely drained.
If Shen Jing had not gone missing, he would not have used this secret technique so easily.
Mo Wen's face was cold. He strode out of the room and once again headed towards the luxurious suites on the top floor.
In a suite almost above Mo Wen's room, a blonde Caucasian woman was holding an ancient Bible in her hands and reading it carefully. Suddenly, she stood up from her chair, and her eyes lit up with a bright white light.
"Soul power. Someone can actually release soul power! How can there be such a person on a cruise ship? "
The Caucasian woman's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. It was as though she had encountered something very shocking.
However, the released soul power only lasted for a moment and then disappeared completely. When the Caucasian woman tried to find the source of the soul power, there was no trace of it.
"Could it be an illusion? Impossible. I can't possibly be wrong. "
The Caucasian woman frowned hesitantly. To be able to release soul power meant that he had already embarked on the Divine Path and was about to transcend the mortal world. He would be a big shot no matter where he was.
Why would such a person appear on the Sword of the Seas? Could it also be because of that matter?
The Caucasian woman shook her head. He was just a traitor of a vampire clan. It was impossible to alarm such a person. If they had not coincidentally met, she would not have been willing to intervene, let alone a strong practitioner of the Divine Path.
"Could it be that there is something else that could attract the attention of the existence of the Divine Path?"
The Caucasian woman sat down doubtfully. She knew that if the existence of the Divine Path hid his tracks and did not want anyone to find him, it would be almost impossible for her to find him. A person of that level was already in a different world from her.
Mo Wen had most likely never expected that someone would actually be able to detect the soul power that he had released. It was almost impossible for an ordinary person, even an ancient martial art practitioner. Perhaps when an ancient martial art practitioner in the Embryonic Breathing realm encountered an oppressive force of Soul power, he could feel a moment of palpitation and uneasiness. However, it was impossible for him to understand it in such detail.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to display his soul power without restraint on the ship without fear of attracting trouble.
This Caucasian woman was not a stranger. If Mo Wen had met her, he would certainly have recognized her. It was the young lady who had just come out of the bath that Mo Wen had unintentionally peeped at this afternoon. Her position was coincidentally diagonally above Mo Wen, so Mo Wen had seen her clearly.
Mo Wen's expression was cold as he once again returned to the top floor of the cruise ship. When he walked in front of a luxurious door, the door strangely shattered into a pile of debris.
"Who is it?"
The commotion outside the door immediately alerted the people in the room. A person wearing a black suit immediately walked out. However, when he had just walked to the door, he met a pair of eyes. The pair of eyes were as deep as two black holes, seemingly able to swallow the consciousness of others. The moment that person met the pair of eyes, his consciousness began to blur. Then, he fell limply to the ground, not breathing at all.
To think that he would die without a sound or a trace in the slightest.
Mo Wen's expression was cold as he walked into the room. The inside was like a villa, with two floors. It was similar to Gu Jingman's luxurious suite, but the style of the decoration was completely different. There were only nine luxurious suites on the Sword of the Seas. Each of them had a different style and style.
"Who dares to behave atrociously here?"
Six silhouettes appeared from different corners, quietly standing in the hall downstairs. The commotion from before had clearly alarmed all of them. They carried weapons and wore samurai uniforms. They were well-disciplined and were most likely the guards of the room.
"People from Fu Sang?" Mo Wen asked expressionlessly. The person from before had not spoken Mandarin, but Fu Sang's language.
"Trespassers shall die!"
A man in black muttered. Then, he suddenly attacked. His silhouette flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wen. The samurai sword in his hand slashed down. It was as fast as a gust of wind, making it difficult for Mo Wen to react.
"He is actually a martial arts cultivator."
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. As expected, this person who dared to kidnap Shen Jing had enough confidence. When a martial arts cultivator dealt with a normal person, there was almost no suspense.
However, since they had provoked Mo Wen, they could only blame themselves for being blind.
A golden light flashed. The man in black who was holding the sword and slashing down suddenly froze. He was like a statue, holding the samurai sword above his head, not moving at all.
The next moment, the samurai sword slowly slid down and fell to the ground with a clink. At the same time, the body of the man in black was split into two from head to toe, falling to the sides.
"Baka!"
The other five men in black saw that their comrade had died and were instantly enraged. Almost at the same time, they attacked one after another. Some were tricky, some were sneak attacks, and some were direct attacks. The few of them coordinated well and attacked Mo Wen at the same time.
"Overestimating yourself."
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a mocking smile. Five cold lights flashed, and the five samurai swords instantly surrounded him. However, no matter how they attacked, none of the five samurai swords could hit Mo Wen's body. It was as if they had been hit by a body fixing spell, frozen three feet in front of Mo Wen.
An invisible Qi field, with Mo Wen as the center, had covered the entire hall and was everywhere.
The next moment, the invisible Qi field turned slightly, and the bodies of the men in black seemed to have been sucked into an invisible whirlpool of wind. All of them were suspended in the air. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear, and they couldn't control it at all.
Mo Wen didn't even look at those people. He walked straight to the spiral escalator and went upstairs.
When he walked up to the second floor, the invisible aura in the hall quietly dissipated, and the five men in black all fell from the air to the ground. Each of their bodies was severely twisted, as if they had been forcefully twisted into a fried dough twist, and all of them could not be more dead.
The cultivation of the men in black in the room was at most equivalent to the ancient martial arts practitioners in the Soothing Pulse realm. None of them were in the Sea of Qi realm. Even if Mo Wen didn't move a finger, he could kill a whole bunch of them.
In a room on the second floor, Shen Jing was wrapped in a blanket, lying stiffly on the bed. Her body couldn't move at all, and her eyes were filled with fear and unease. She wanted to escape, but strangely, she realized that it was as if she had been hit by a body fixing spell. She couldn't move a finger, and her body didn't seem to belong to her.
Not far from the bed, there was a bathroom. At this moment, the sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom, and one could vaguely see a person bathing inside. Time passed by slowly. To Shen Jing, every second felt as long as a century.
After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door opened, and a youth wearing a bathrobe walked out. He glanced at Shen Jing, who was on the bed, and the corner of his mouth curled into a playful smile. He said plainly, "I said before, you can't escape from the palm of my hand."
He spoke in English to ensure that Shen Jing could understand.
"It's you!"
Shen Jing widened her eyes and stared angrily at the youth. Although she couldn't move, she could speak. However, she didn't shout, because she knew that the room was soundproof. Even if there was thunder inside, no one outside could hear it.
"Are you surprised? Anyone who dares to reject my invitation will pay the price. "
The youth from Fu Sang poured a glass of red wine for himself, and after taking a sip to moisten his throat, he spoke unhurriedly.
This youth was none other than the youth from Fu Sang who had invited Shen Jing to dance on the dance floor at night, but had been rejected.
"What do you want?" Shen Jing's voice couldn't help but tremble.
"What do I want? Don't you Chinese people say that it's a beautiful night to spend the night together? The night is so beautiful tonight. Shouldn't we do something? "
The youth from Fu Sang drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp and looked at Shen Jing with evil eyes.
"Don't act recklessly. I hope you can be rational. Raping a woman is against the law. The guards on the ship won't let you go. "
Shen Jing's body, which was wrapped in the quilt, couldn't stop trembling. She suppressed the fear in her heart and tried to calm the impudent youth down.
"Beauty, you are really cute to talk to me about the law at this time. Let me tell you, on this ship, my words are the law. "
The youth laughed evilly and walked toward Shen Jing step by step.
"Don't come over … How dare you. If you dare to touch me, I won't let you go." Shen Jing looked at the youth walking toward her step by step. She was terrified and kept struggling, but she didn't have any strength. No matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.
"Don't worry. No one will disturb us tonight." The youth from Fu Sang smiled evilly and began to untie the belt of his bathrobe.
"Really?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded in the room. A terrible chill instantly filled the room, and a gust of cold wind blew on the ground. It was as if they were in the middle of winter.
"Who is it?"
The youth from Fu Sang was shocked and looked toward the door.
The tightly shut door had turned into dust at some point in time. A youth with a grave and stern expression stood silently at the door.
"Baka, are they all dead? Capture this lad for me."
The youth from Fu Sang narrowed his eyes and looked at the youth in disbelief. Then, he was furious. Someone had actually appeared outside his room without anyone noticing.
"You are right. They are all dead," Mo Wen said indifferently.
The youth from Fu Sang heard this and his expression changed. He also realized that something was wrong. He grabbed a wine glass and smashed it on the floor. In the end, after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction at all. Not a single one of his men had appeared.
Instantly, his heart turned cold and his body couldn't help but tremble. He knew how loyal the guards that his father had sent to him were. If they didn't appear now, there was only one possibility — they were all dead! (To be continued.)
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