Waves roared, soaring up to the heavens. Their terrifying strength was able to grind down all, their momentum shocking the world. But within the eye of the storm, it was actually strangely peaceful. Two figures faced each other within the center, each one emitting a horrifying aura!

The Demon Monarch had a placid expression, without the least bit of anger on his features. His hands were crossed behind his back, and he exuded the inherent bearing of a true grand master. He lightly said, “I came here without any intention of making enemies with the sea races. So, sir, why must you stop me?”

A wild strength twisted space. Only a thin figure could be seen within. “In these past days, many of the sea races have gone missing. After investigating, I discovered that my people’s princess was nearly killed by demonic path cultivators. Is this what the Demon Monarch means when you say you have no intention of becoming enemies with us sea races?”

The Demon Monarch replied, “This matter was an error made by random demonic path cultivators. I will give the sea races an answer for that. But, this junior has taken a most precious object of mine. I must take it back no matter what.”

The thin figure shook his head. “He saved my people’s princess.”

The Demon Monarch frowned. “It seems that sir has made up your mind to interfere.” He took a step forward and...