As soon as the thought popped up in her mind, the glass window behind her exploded, and a figure pounced in. The cold gleam of a cold weapon flashed as it slid toward her throat.
Sakura Yukinako reacted quickly. Instead of retreating, she charged into the figure's arms. The two of them rolled on the ground and started fighting.
The attacker was none other than San Wu.
Sakura Yukinako elbowed her opponent's neck, but the latter blocked it with his open palm. Then, with a push, he twisted Sakura Yukinako's remaining right arm behind her back and used his other hand to grab her neck and fling her.
Amidst the cracking sound, Sakura Yukinako saw her back.
However, she didn't die. The dark green substance that had fused with her body had given her strong vitality and a temporary immortal body. Of course, the prerequisite was that she didn't suffer any fatal injuries.
If San Wu tried to remove her head and succeeded, Sakura Yukinako would die on the spot.
Sakura Yukinako didn't give her the chance. She hammered her elbow backward and kicked. Both attacks were easily blocked by her opponent, but she successfully forced her opponent to stop and get rid of her control.
Sakura Yukinako straightened her head, and the flesh and blood on her neck expanded and contracted, healing the wound in an instant.
While she retreated, she observed San Wu and was surprised to find that his body was intact. The gunshot wound on his shoulder had disappeared, and the clothes on his back were torn, exposing his fair skin. There was no wound at all.
She had injected Li Xianyu's blood. Sakura Yukinako made a quick judgment. She screamed and kicked the muzzle of the sniper rifle, pulling the trigger without hesitation.
San Wu rolled to the side to avoid the bullet. Then, he kicked with both legs and lunged at her with two twisted swords.
Sakura Yukinako was forced to retreat. Her physical skills weren't a match for the A-class assassin of Ancient God, so she could only rely on her flesh and blood to resist.
The passenger ship shook violently on the surface of the sea and looked like it would capsize at any time. The cabin walls were falling apart during the fight.
The pilot of the Aoki family slipped to the deck against the terrifying air and jumped into the prepared motorboat, escaping in panic.
The two twisted sabers lasted only a few minutes before they were scrapped.
Although her physical skills were powerful, my body was fused with flesh and blood, so I could withstand the damage. However, she couldn't. Sakurai Yukinako was delighted. She wanted to attack fiercely and heavily injure her opponent while she didn't have time to change her weapon.
However, San Wu's head smashed into him. Their foreheads collided, and the two of them blacked out, temporarily losing consciousness.
San No, who was becoming more and more like a killing machine, quickly regained her senses. She was a highly-trained assassin, and her willpower was higher than Sakurai Yukinako's.
Sakurai Yukinako regained her consciousness. Her pupils shrank, and San Wu's figure was reflected in her mind. She calmly and swiftly took out a normal grenade from her wallet and struck Sakurai Yukinako's throat with her palms. Due to the protection of the dark green flesh, Sakurai Yukinako avoided the fate of having her throat crushed. However, she still instinctively opened her mouth wide after receiving the heavy blow.
San Wu took the opportunity to stuff the grenade into Sakurai Yukinako's mouth and pull the pin. Then, he covered her mouth with his hands.
Immense fear exploded in Yukinako's heart.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on her forehead were bulging. She repeatedly stabbed San Wu's heart with her wakizashi.
However, the emotionless girl remained calm from beginning to end, as if she wasn't the one who was fatally injured.
The next moment, the grenade exploded, and the violent sound drifted out of the cabin and echoed on the surface of the sea.
Li Xianyu floated on the surface of the sea not far away. He could feel the Ancient Demon's burning gaze, but unfortunately, gazes couldn't kill. That Ancient Demon probably didn't have any energy left.
A short two to three minutes was not enough for him to expel the poison and heal his wounds, nor was it enough for him to recover his strength.
There was no need to be wary of an outwardly strong Ancient Demon.
He watched the battle in the cabin closely and nervously. After San Wu brought him to the bottom of the sea, she quickly took out a needle to draw blood, and used it to heal her injuries.
Although this would greatly delay the recovery of Li Xianyu, who was already exhausted, this couldn't be helped. Sakurai Yukinako had to die. Otherwise, they would die too.
Although San Wu was emotionless and her eyes were empty, she had the most rational and accurate judgment.
"San Wu, San Wu!" Li Xianyu shouted with a hoarse voice.
The sound of the explosion caused him to tremble uncontrollably.
This fear emanated from the depths of his heart, piercing into his bones like a knife, causing him to tremble. It was second only to him being pierced through the heart by Kusanagi at Pantheon Shrine, walking step by step towards death.
The passenger ship was silent. Ten seconds later, he saw San Wu's figure staggering out of the dilapidated cabin. She was already covered in blood. She only had two arms left, and her elbows were a bloody mess. Her bones could be seen clearly.
Her beautiful face was also ruined. Her flesh was pockmarked, and one of her eyes was blind.
San Wu stood shakily on the deck and lifted her shoulder with difficulty. She rubbed her eyes, and a pair of bright eyes appeared.
Her remaining eye stared at Li Xianyu, and her eyes flickered with unprecedented emotions.
"I heard you calling me, and I, and I woke up …"
"You, me, and Great-grandmother, were living in that small house." She tilted her head and looked confused. "I didn't forget, but I don't seem to remember."
It's not that you don't remember, but you automatically ignored our past.
"I feel that I left something with you." San Wu was confused and expectant. "What is it?"
After a period of silence, Li Xianyu understood. Emotions would fluctuate violently between life and death. This was an unavoidable instinct of all living beings.
Facing death, San Wu finally got rid of her emotionless state. The white cage cracked, and colorful colors surged in. She remembered the time they spent together. It wasn't a memory, but the feelings that sprouted in her heart.
What was it?
Li Xianyu was about to answer when he saw the surface of the water on the left side of the passenger ship. It was approaching rapidly. Something huge was coming.
A dragon!
"Chi!"
Li Xianyu heard the disdainful sneer of an ancient demon from the passenger ship.
All of a sudden, waves surged into the sky, and the light frame of the passenger ship was lifted into the air. Amidst the crashing waves, Li Xianyu saw a pitch-black dragon. Its length was unknown, but just the part that emerged from the sea was already ten meters long. Its body was about six meters in diameter, and it was covered in hard scales.
It had black horns, a brown mane, and a protruding mouth with dense fangs.
The black dragon opened its bloody mouth, and the two sides of its mouth were ligaments that could easily split 180 degrees.
The passenger ship let out a teeth-aching sound of metal twisting, and then there was a loud explosion. The black dragon swung its head like a predator swinging its prey.
The passenger ship fell apart, and the flames engulfed the girl who was already in a terrible condition.
The passenger ship's wreckage fell to the sea, and splashes of different sizes appeared.
The black dragon lowered its head and stared at Li Xianyu. Its eyes, which were as large as wheels, glowed like molten lava.
Its eyes were tyrannical and cruel, but they also had the light of human intelligence.
"An ant at the end of the road." It evaluated Li Xianyu.
"It's like …" Li Xianyu murmured.
The thing that San Wu had thrown here was like.
"Where is the master of Pantheon Palace?" The dragon shook the air and spoke human language again.
Li Xianyu no longer looked at it. He slowly lowered his head and muttered something, over and over again.
The dragon lowered its head slightly, trying to hear more clearly. It heard, over and over again, that this human was repeating, "Unforgivable."
"Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable …" He seemed to have gone mad.
He suddenly raised his head, and there was only scarlet lava left in his eyes. His cheeks were bulging with green veins, as though the veins under his skin were protruding.
Just when the black dragon thought that he was going to counterattack, Li Xianyu suddenly melted, like a candle eroded by fire.
He melted into a blood-red substance and merged with the surging waves of the ocean.
"Eh?"
The Ancient Demon on the liner made a puzzled sound.
Suddenly, a vortex appeared out of nowhere in the sea. It was a terrifying vortex with a diameter of thousands of meters.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, forming a cloud-shaped vortex, which was the opposite of the seawater vortex.
Ruler Poisontail and the black dragon were inevitably sucked into the vortex. They followed this inexplicable force of nature towards the center of the vortex.
In the midst of the chaos, they sensed something and looked up at the sky. A blazing bolt of lightning struck down from the center of the cloud-shaped vortex, striking into the vortex formed by the seawater.
At this moment, Ruler Poisontail felt a familiar aura. After countless years, that aura appeared again.
The next moment, his consciousness fell into endless darkness.
"Li Xianyu, Li Xianyu …"
A familiar voice called out to him. The person who called out to him seemed to be impatient. She grabbed his collar and slapped him repeatedly.
His consciousness broke free from the chaotic vortex and was forcibly awakened.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes. He heard the sound of waves, and above his head were the few stars and the pitch-black night sky.
He and Great-grandmother were soaking in the ice-cold seawater, and a huge liner was floating in front of them.
Great-grandmother shouted as she waved her little hand and intimately touched her great-grandson's cheek.
Her cheeks were slightly puffed up as she looked at him in confusion and anger. She seemed to be wondering why her usually reliable great-grandson had dropped the ball at such a critical moment.
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