My Silly, Sweet Wife

But the White Dragon’s two claws grabbed the octopus at the same time, and with a light tear, it ripped the gigantic octopus cleanly in half.

At the same time, the White Dragon dispersed.

As if that White Dragon had once again returned into the Dragon Scale Sword.

Black Dragon’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

His body tilted, and he almost toppled over.

Ye Guichen quickly supported Black Dragon and asked anxiously, ”What’s wrong with you?”

”Heh, I didn’t expect that after so many years of not wielding the Dragon Scale Sword, I’d become this rusty. Otherwise, this would have been far from the limit.”

Black Dragon spoke as he forced himself to stand steady, then said, ”That eighth-grade Sea Demon, though gravely injured, isn’t dead. You need to strike while the iron is hot and finish it off. Otherwise, once it recovers, I’m afraid it will come seeking revenge very soon!”

At this point, Black Dragon paused. ”Moreover, an eighth-grade Sea Demon’s Demon Core is an enormous tonic.”

He glanced at Ye Guichen. ”If you can obtain it, breaking through to the Divinity Transformation Realm won’t be a problem at all.”

”Alright, you rest first.” Ye Guichen had already been stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm for far too long.

Now it seemed the Demon Clan’s strength was likely far greater than he had imagined.

If he still didn’t break through to the Divinity Transformation Realm, once he ran into one of these seventh- or eighth-grade high demons, he’d probably only be able to turn tail and flee.

Since this eighth-grade high demon was already heavily wounded, he would naturally take advantage of the fire to loot, and annihilate it.

”City Lord Qin, help me take Black Dragon back. I’ll be back soon.”

Ye Guichen dove headfirst into the Chaos Sea.

Qin Ruoshui wanted to persuade him, but she didn’t have the chance.

Because Ye Guichen was too fast; in the blink of an eye, he had already vanished.

”Mr. Long, are you trying to send Brother Ye to his death?” Qin Ruoshui knew full well how dangerous it was inside the Chaos Sea.

Even Immortals, once they drilled into it, had only one road ahead—death.

Yet Black Dragon had used the lure of an eighth-grade Demon Core to entice Ye Guichen into the Chaos Sea. Wasn’t this sending Ye Guichen to his doom?

After spending this period of time together, Black Dragon also understood that Qin Ruoshui had a chivalrous heart.

Though she was a woman, she didn’t have a woman’s frailty; instead she possessed a man’s heroic bearing and broad-mindedness.

When she spent time with men, she also liked to address them as brothers.

With a bitter smile, Black Dragon explained, ”You saw what happened just now. Seventh-grade high demons and eighth-grade high demons appeared one after another. Didn’t you feel something was off?”

”What’s off?” Qin Ruoshui looked at Black Dragon suspiciously.

Black Dragon continued, ”We’re already not far from the Hidden Gate. Also, within three thousand li of the Hidden Gate, the waves are tumultuous. Slightly smaller floating cities simply can’t enter, let alone individual people.”

”But if the floating city is a bit bigger, there’s still a chance. So to get close to the Hidden Gate, a floating city probably needs to be at least thirty kilometers across.”

Qin Ruoshui frowned; she didn’t fully follow Black Dragon’s meaning. ”What exactly are you trying to say?”

Black Dragon stared for a while at the place where Ye Guichen had plunged into the water, then finally continued, ”In the past, Sea Demons above fifth grade rarely appeared near the surface. Even if there were any, they were extremely few, not to mention seventh grade and above.”

”Precisely because of this, I feel something must have gone wrong over at the Hidden Gate. The Demon Saint within the Hidden Gate is already rallying the high demons in the sea.”

”What?” Qin Ruoshui’s eyes widened, and she stared at Black Dragon in horror. ”According to what you’re saying, all those seventh-grade and above high demons gathering here is because of the Demon Saint?”

”That’s right!” Black Dragon nodded, his expression as grave as could be. ”If that’s really the case, I fear the floating cities in many places have already begun to be slaughtered by Sea Demons. And this is only with the Demon Saint not yet personally taking the field. If the Demon Saint truly shows himself, the Chaos Sea will be awash in blood. At that time, if Immortals don’t intervene, all the human cultivators on the Chaos Sea will be buried in the bellies of Sea Demons.”

He paused, his eyes deep. ”So he no longer has the time to advance step by step. Only by consuming an eighth-grade Demon Core can he advance by leaps and bounds. If he misses this chance, I fear he’ll die in the bellies of other high-grade Sea Demons before he ever lays eyes on the Demon Saint.”