The Cultivation practitioners had already guessed what the huge creature in the ocean was, and their faces grew unsightly.
It must be the divine guardian animal of the Western Sea Sword School, the Flying Whale!
That was why the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was so nonchalant and confident in the face of such a dangerous situation.
It turned out that this huge animal had been hiding at the bottom of the ocean, ready to fight at any moment.
The mountain-like Flying Whale often flew over the surface of the ocean near Haizhou City.
Every year during the Four-Seas Banquet, it would spit out the seawater as a welcoming rain and a rainbow to welcome the guests.
Though it was not mysterious, it didn't mean that it was not formidable.
The Flying Whale waved its fins slowly, rising up to the surface of the ocean along with the waves a few thousand feet high.
A great amount of seawater poured down from the smooth back of the whale, forming innumerable waterfalls. The sound of the waterfalls was as loud as the thunder; it was a magnificent scene.
The Flying Whale left the surface of the ocean, heading toward the sky along with a great amount of watery mist. Its huge body moved at a high speed, squeezing out a great deal of air and creating a violent wind.
It came to a distance of ten thousand feet from the surface of the ocean. It opened its huge mouth, which looked like a black hole, and let out a deep roar toward the east.
The salty and fishy ocean wind struck the disciples of Aoyama like knives. Many of them couldn't stand steadily. The sword lights surrounding the Cloud Platform were swaying incessantly, like a small boat in the middle of the ocean, on the verge of being destroyed at any moment.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the starlight shone down on the huge black body of the Flying Whale, reflecting a faint glow, looking like a real mountain. It was even bigger than the Cloud Platform without the cloud clothes, casting a huge shadow on the surface of the ocean.
This shadow also appeared in the minds of the Cultivation practitioners of various sects besieging the Cloud Platform.
The roar of the Flying Whale grew louder, echoing over the surface of the ocean like thunder along with the whistling wind, full of anger and the desire to kill.
In the next moment, a great deal of seawater came out from its nostrils, turning into a rainstorm as it fell down.
In the rainstorm, the disciples of Aoyama tried their best to control their flying swords, their expressions grave and uneasy.
The disciples of other sects were further away, but they were more fearful.
A disciple of the Mirror Sect fell off the Flying Mirror after being disturbed by the roar of the Flying Whale. If he hadn't been rescued by a sword light, he would have fallen into the ocean.
Falling from such a high place into the ocean, even a Cultivation practitioner would die for sure.
Thinking of what the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean said, many people understood more about it.
Aoyama Sect was indeed strong, but they were outside of Haizhou City, which was the territory of Western Sea Sword School.
The Western Sea Sword School had hidden the Flying Whale in the sea in advance, and it suddenly appeared at this time to frighten everyone.
The Flying Whale was the guardian divine beast of the Western Sea Sword School, with a body as huge as a mountain and a formidable pressure. In terms of state, the Flying Whale was probably at the peak of the Broken Sea Realm, maybe even half a step away from the Heavenly Arrival Realm!
The Sect Master of Aoyama had to keep an eye on the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean; but who would block the Flying Whale?
The Peak Master of Bihu, Chen Youtian, had just entered the Broken Sea State a few years ago, and the other three Elders were also in the initial stage of the Broken Sea State.
Even if the Ōzawa Ling was slightly stronger, there was no way he would be a match for this flying whale.
The gap between the Half-step to the Heavenly Arrival State and the common Broken Sea State was too wide.
Standing in the rainstorm and looking at the huge Flying Whale in front of him, Bu Qiuxiao was thinking about what he should do next to irritate the Flying Whale and make it stay away from him.
The Flying Whale was too big, like a real black mountain. If he fought with it here, the regular Cultivation practitioners would be affected regardless of whether he won or lost.
Especially those disciples in a lower Cultivation state, many of them would die.
He could only hope that the divine beast of the Western Sea Sword School had a weak spiritual awareness; otherwise, it would be troublesome later on.
Thinking of this, he couldn't understand why the Aoyama Sword Sect sent out so many disciples in the Undefeated State.
It was well known that it was not a simple task of purging demons and demons. The young disciples participating in the battle could increase their knowledge, temper their Dao Hearts and absorb experience.
Tonight was the true battle of the sects, which was too dangerous for these young disciples. At least, they shouldn't have shown up at the very beginning.
It took Bu Qiuxiao a short while to ponder all this. He stood up, ready to deal with the Flying Whale for a while.
It was then that he sensed something, and his expression changed slightly. He lifted his head to look at the high night sky.
A great amount of seawater came out from the Flying Whale's nostrils, falling down like a rainstorm, diluting the starlight.
All of a sudden …
Countless strands of rain broke apart and turned into pieces.
Every piece of transparent raindrop bloomed under the influence of an invisible force, turning into a snowflake.
The rainstorm turned into a heavy snowflake.
The night sky suddenly became extremely cold.
Looking at the snowflakes in the night sky, the Cultivation practitioners were shocked speechless. They were impervious to cold and heat, but why did they feel a bone-piercing cold?
A small black dot appeared in the swirling snowflakes.
It was a man in black.
The snowflakes were falling fast.
The man in black came fast. His legs were surrounded by the residual light of thunder and lightning.
Did this man come from the Thunder Region?
The man in black landed on the back of the Flying Whale.
Compared to the mountain-like body of the Flying Whale, he was like a speck of dust, but he seemed heavier than the sky.
The Flying Whale let out a reluctant roar, and sank down a few thousand feet.
It waved its two fins, creating two gusts of fierce wind. It wanted to stay in the air, but found it impossible to do so.
It wanted to shake the man in black down by rolling its body, but found it couldn't do so.
The snowstorm continued to fall, falling around the man in black. Soon, the back of the Flying Whale was covered with a layer of snow, and it was extremely cold.
The residual light of thunder and lightning around the man in black also entered the body of the Flying Whale through his feet.
Muffled sounds came from the huge body of the Flying Whale. Was that the residual power of the Heavenly Thunder?
Its body was enduring unimaginable coldness, and its body was filled with a violent aura. The Flying Whale couldn't bear it anymore. It let out a painful cry and fell toward the surface of the sea.
The Flying Whale was the guardian divine beast of the Western Sea Sword School, and was regarded as a teacher by the young disciples. Apart from being in awe of it, they were also very close to it. Seeing this scene, everyone was furious. They wanted to save it, but they couldn't get close to the snowstorm.
A loud bang resounded!
The mountain-like Flying Whale fell into the sea, causing huge waves as tall as a mountain.
The terrifying waves slammed toward the shore, smashing the rocks and collapsing the cliffs. The coastline that stretched for hundreds of miles was destroyed beyond recognition.
The dilapidated Sea God Temple also collapsed, submerged by the surging seawater that was dozens of feet high. When the tide receded, there was nothing left.
There was an earthquake in Haizhou City. Many houses cracked and collapsed.
The man in black stood on the back of the Flying Whale, looking toward the west with his hands folded behind his back.
The voices of the disciples of Aoyama could be heard in the night sky.
"Greetings, Sword Justice."
It turned out that the man in black was the Sword Justice of Aoyama and the Master of Shanghai Peak, Yuan Qijing.
The wind and snow died down, and heaven and earth returned to quietness.
Besides the sound of the ocean waves, no other sound could be heard.
Yuan Qijing looked at the spot where the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was thirty miles away, saying nothing.
Yet, what he was about to say had already been heard by the whole heaven and earth.
The Aoyama Sect was indeed mediocre.
They were merely two swordsmen in the Heavenly Arrival State.
Yet, in all of Chaotian, there was no other place except for the Zhongzhou School.
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