192: Chapter 192 Instantly

Su Mei looked at Li Taiping's back, her finger lightly scratching the back of her hand.

"Then you still don't know him well enough."

"The thing about him is..."

"He's usually quite reasonable."

Yun Jinxin added, "But when someone touches his things, he isn't."

The Shadow of the Black Tide moved, raising its hand and aiming it at the Many Children, Many Blessings.

Black water swirled in its palm, forming a bottomless vortex.

From within the vortex came the cries of countless Survivors.

"Save me..."

"Don't go..."

"Come back..."

"Captain..."

Many people trembled; they heard the voices of fallen comrades, and some even heard their own names.

Shen He bit the tip of his tongue, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone, cover your ears!"

"It's a trick!"

A young Crew Member looked up, his eyes vacant.

"My mother is calling me..."

Shen Xiu kicked him unconscious.

"If your mother were really here, her first words would definitely be telling you not to be stupid."

The vortex in the Shadow of the Black Tide's palm grew larger and larger, the sea surface began to flow backward, and countless hairline cracks appeared in the space around the Floating Island.

Within every crack, the black tide could be seen surging.

"It's really noisy."

Li Taiping pointed his fingers forward, and the Puppet raised its sword.

In that moment, all sound vanished.

The wind stopped, the sea stopped, the thunder stopped, and even the vibration of the chains on the Floating Island was forcefully suppressed.

Dark golden light rose from beneath the Puppet's feet.

One layer, two layers, three layers, until the entire mecha looked as if it had been ignited by the sun.

A razor-thin white line appeared on the edge of the black giant sword.

The white line wasn't light; it was space being sliced open.

Li Taiping pressed his wrist down.

"Slash."

The Puppet swung its sword—just one strike—and a dark golden sword light, so brilliant it was blinding, slashed diagonally from the sea toward the sky.

It first sliced through the Shadow of the Black Tide's palm, then the vertical pupil on its chest, then the palace, and then the Floating Island.

Finally, it sliced into the sky of the Full Moon Ink Night.

The world went quiet.

Everyone forgot to breathe. The Shadow of the Black Tide froze in place, that ancient indifference still lingering within the vertical pupil on its chest.

The next second.

It split down the middle. No black water gushed out; instead, it evaporated instantly.

As if erased by some power of a higher priority.

The black rock layers at the base of the Floating Island began to crumble, hundreds of chains snapped inch by inch, purple-black lightning exploded frantically, and the palace at the center of the island collapsed silently.

And then.

The entire Floating Island was gone.

Erased from the world by that single sword strike.

Only a massive void remained in the sky, with the red full moon hanging behind it.

On the sea surface, purple light orbs fell like rain.

One.

Ten.

A hundred.

They were densely packed, like a rain of loot.

At the very center.

A single golden light orb floated quietly.

It didn't fall, nor did it wobble; it just stayed right in front of Li Taiping.

The entire field was silent.

Among the thousands of warships, there wasn't a sound. Even Shen Xiu stood with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single curse for a long time.

Shen He lay on the deck, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He wanted to shout, but his throat was constricted.

What was that just now?

The shadow of the Black Tide Sovereign.

The Floating Island, the cage, the Full Moon Ink Night—with all that corrosion and pressure, it had such an imposing presence that it left the entire fleet breathless.

And the result?

Instakilled with one strike?

The young captain knelt on the deck, looking up at the Many Children, Many Blessings, his eyes as blank as if his mind had just been reformatted.

An old Crew Member beside him calmly patted his shoulder.

"You'll get used to it."

The young captain turned his head stiffly.

"You can get used to this?"

The old Crew Member picked his ear.

"It's always like this the first time."

Another old Crew Member nodded.

"When the Holy Father fights, his main focus is saving time."

"If it can be settled with one strike, he definitely won't use a second."

A third old Crew Member added.

"You rookies just haven't seen enough."

"Back then, that Epic Turtle was sliced cleaner than a fish fillet."

The young captain's throat bobbed, but looking at the void sliced into the sky, he suddenly felt he had no right to speak.