Whether Deng Xiaoyao was a great fortune or a great calamity, no one could be sure; only history could be the judge.
But as Deng Xiaoyao walked step by step from Penglai Island toward East Sea City, the tribulation clouds above his head were seen by many.
BOOM!
One after another, bolts of tribulation thunder crashed down.
Deng Xiaoyao continued walking as if nothing was wrong, trekking across the sea surrounding Penglai Island. The stooped old man was walking right on the surface of the water.
Although the waves rose and fell, his steps remained as steady as if he were on solid ground.
Along the way, numerous sea demons tried to devour the old man, but they all exploded the moment they got close. Their vital essences were instantly absorbed by the Demon Sword on his back.
As if this wasn't enough, the Demon Sword broke free from Deng Xiaoyao's grasp and plunged directly into the depths of the sea.
