119: Chapter 119 The Battle of the Giants

The Cold Sea, a place of extreme cold.

At its edges alone, the biting chill is enough to freeze ordinary martial artists directly into ice sculptures.

If it were the central region, even Martial Masters would not dare to set foot there.

Under normal circumstances, no one is willing to come to the Cold Sea.

However, this deathly silent Cold Sea is now bustling with activity; martial artists and spirit beasts from all over the world have gathered here, and merchants have set up stalls by the shore, making a fortune just by selling tea.

The triennial Crimson Molten Fish feast is about to begin.

The Crimson Molten Fish, a natural treasure that can advance one's martial cultivation, is an allure that has drawn countless martial artists from thousands of miles away, some even setting off a year in advance just for the upcoming feast.

In stark contrast to the chaotic feasts of the past, now that the Xuan Kingdom has unified the world under a new order and new laws,

this feast is personally overseen and maintained by the Xuan Kingdom's army, and all visiting cultivators follow the rules, with no one daring to act recklessly anymore.

Above the void, Lu Hu looked down across this familiar land of extreme cold; he had been here once, but back then he couldn't fly and couldn't see it so comprehensively.

Lu Hu did not descend to the ground, as that would cause a troublesome commotion among the crowd.

Lu Hu followed his memory toward the depths; now, the thick mist over the Cold Sea could no longer obstruct his vision.

Before long, an Ice Island came into view. The island was covered in thick snow, yet many houses had been built upon it. One simple but tidy wooden hut was exactly the one Yu De and several Grandmaster spirit beasts had helped build back then.

"Still so clean!" Lu Hu whispered to himself as he stepped onto the Ice Island.

Nearly a hundred martial artists and spirit beasts had already gathered on the Ice Island, most of whom were originally Grandmasters from the Xuan Kingdom, while the rest came from other regions.

However, since the world now belongs to Xuan, everyone present could be considered a martial artist of the Xuan Kingdom.

When the crowd saw Lu Hu's figure, the originally noisy Ice Island instantly fell silent. In the next second, all the cultivators bowed in unison, "Greetings, Tiger King!"

After his battle with the demon-slaying sword, Lu Hu is now a recognized top powerhouse on the Continent of Desolation, his prestige intimidating the entire world, and he hails from the Tiger Clan.

There are only two flying tigers: one is Shanjun, and the other is the Tiger King of Tianduan Mountain.

The elderly one is Shanjun, and the young one is the Tiger King; they are very easy to distinguish.

Lu Hu nodded slightly and, without speaking, walked toward his small courtyard.

Upon reaching the courtyard, two figures quickly stepped out from the house next door; they were the world's number one thief, Yu De, and the leader of the Demonic Cult, Wu Wen.

Seeing Lu Hu, the two were extremely respectful, "Yu De (Wu Wen) pays respects to the Great King!"

Looking at the exceptionally respectful Wu Wen before him, Lu Hu couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. He remembered when Wu Wen first met him and even dared to call him brother; ultimately, a thick barrier had formed between them.

But fortunately, he was the one being called "Master."

Lu Hu nodded slightly and did not engage in much small talk, instead giving instructions.

"Notify everyone on the island immediately to leave the Cold Sea at once. There will be a massive upheaval during this Crimson Molten Fish feast; those who force themselves to stay will lose their lives."

Yu De and Wu Wen were startled. It had been the same for a thousand years, so why would there be a change this year?

Oh~

The Great King is the world's Foremost Immortal; if he says there will be, then there certainly will be.

The two understood the meaning behind Lu Hu's words and did not hesitate, immediately turning to convey Lu Hu's orders.

When the cultivators on the island heard the news, although they were puzzled, no one dared to disobey. In just half an incense stick's time, all the cultivators on the Ice Island had evacuated, leaving behind only emptiness and silence.

Once everyone had left, Lu Hu stepped into his own wooden hut. The interior was just as it had been; he hadn't stayed for many days back then, so many things were unfamiliar to him.

After looking around, he lay on the bed, closing his eyes to rest while quietly waiting for those two big fellows at the bottom of the sea.

Time passed bit by bit, and the originally calm Cold Sea suddenly began to vibrate violently. Countless cracks appeared on the ice, and bone-chilling cold suddenly intertwined with scorching heat. The Cold Sea, which had been frozen to the marrow, began to melt at a pace visible to the naked eye, its icy waters gradually heating up until it turned into a scalding hot spring!

Roar—!

A roar that shook the heavens and earth came from the deep sea, its sound waves flipping over a thousand miles of ice. Immediately after, a giant beast, entirely crimson with eight massive tentacles, burst out of the water. Blazing crimson molten fire burned upon its tentacles, melting all snow and ice in its path; it was none other than one of the two giants of the Cold Sea, the Rongxiao!

At the same time, another ancient and vast roar sounded, and a creature as large as an island rose from the seabed, its body covered in crimson patterns through which endless magma seemed to flow.

The other overlord of the Cold Sea—the Dragon Kun!

The Rongxiao and the Dragon Kun, terrifying behemoths that have existed since a thousand years ago, have fought a battle every three years, a tradition that continues to this day.

It was the same now; as the two giants appeared, they bypassed any nonsense and directly launched into a world-shaking battle. Thousand-foot waves rose over the Cold Sea, and rolling air currents submerged heaven and earth.

The entire Cold Sea turned into a pot of hot soup in their clash, and countless Crimson Molten Fish beasts were boiled until they were well-done, floating on the surface of the sea and emitting the fragrance of meat.

"Finally, they're here!"