Chapter 2154 - 512: The Terrifying Undying Body

King Wuping looked at the two low?rank sailors who were clearly traumatized, cursed, "Useless trash, get out."

Hearing that, the two sailors scrambled out, rolling and crawling, not even daring to look back once.

The surrounding sailors also clammed up in fear. King Wuping squatted down then, carefully examining the Holy Envoy’s torn body on the ship. His gaze gradually sharpened—looked like they’d just run into a life?and?death crisis.

Muttering a line to himself, King Wuping stood and said, "Pack the corpse up."

With that, King Wuping said nothing more and directly left.

Watching King Wuping leave, the men under him started whispering among themselves. A living, breathing man—how could he be ripped into two halves out of nowhere?

As everyone argued back and forth, they began tidying up the cabin. All of them were veteran sailors who’d come up off battlefields; when it came to handling corpses and shattered wreckage, they knew the drill and had their own tricks, so they soon finished dealing with the body.

What was bloody and horrific to ordinary people was everyday fare to these sailors who licked blood off their blades; nothing in this was worth much surprise to them.

Very soon, the scene was cleaned up, and the corpse was stowed in the lowest ship’s hold.

In fact, according to the ship’s rules, comrades who died in battle were usually given a "water?barrel burial"—they’d find an empty wooden barrel on board, put the corpse into the barrel, then cover the dead man’s eyes with two silver coins.

Yes, it was usually two silver coins. These silver coins were similar to the "road?money" in Huaxia civilization—bribes for the Death God escorting the dead on their way to Hell, so the soul of the deceased could find peace.

Of course, whether silver coins or other denominations were used depended on the ship’s strength and the deceased’s status. If the status was noble, they might put in two Gold Coins.

There were also some of low status who only got two copper coins, but copper coins were the bottom line—as long as you were a crewmate on the same ship, no matter how bad relations had been, in the end they’d still give you two copper coins. It was a kind of humanitarian concern, and also an important symbol of ocean culture.

King Wuping went up to the deck. Looking at the First Mate commanding the battleship, he asked, "How is it?"

The First Mate said, "Prince, the wind’s shifted. I’m afraid we can’t catch up to Zhenla’s warship."

Hearing that, King Wuping said, "Fine. If we can’t catch up, then the One?eyed Tiger’s fate isn’t to die today. But we’ve already severely maimed all of the Southern Ocean; with only him left, he won’t be able to stir up any waves. Turn back—we return to Hidden Dragon Abyss at once."

The First Mate froze for a moment at those words, then immediately responded, "Yes."

Then King Wuping looked toward the waters near Hidden Dragon Abyss and said, "State Preceptor, just what kind of crisis have you run into?"

As he spoke, King Wuping urged, "Starboard full rudder, turn back!"

"Yes!"

Siam’s battleship frantically reversed course, while at that moment, down on the seabed—

The Flood Dragon’s eyes had gone blood?red from killing. Those scarlet eyes turned toward Chen Jie, filled with a vicious light of slaughter. Its body slowly twisted, drifting closer to Chen Jie; Chen Jie could feel the terrifying ferocity rolling off it.

Right now, both Chen Jie’s and the Flood Dragon’s minds were fully locked on each other.

For the Flood Dragon, it was a predator’s thrill of the hunt; for Chen Jie, it was the instinctive will to survive, forcing him not to dare even the slightest bit of carelessness.

Man and Flood Dragon stared each other down like that, and while they were locked in that mutual gaze, neither of them noticed that the torn corpse the Flood Dragon had flung away—Ba Song, the body broken clean into two halves—had actually started to slowly writhe.

Bit by bit it re?converged, the missing parts crazily sprouting new flesh buds, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a short while, the two halves of the corpse merged, and the split along the middle began frantically knitting itself together. After another moment, a brand?new Siamese State Preceptor Ba Song appeared within the muddy silt on the seabed.

At this moment, his eyes watched the Flood Dragon that had already focused all of its attention on Chen Jie.

And Chen Jie’s entire mind was likewise fixed on the Flood Dragon; no one was paying any attention to Ba Song—or rather, no one even thought to pay attention to him.

After all, in both their eyes he was already a dead man. Who would care about a dead man for no reason?

Ba Song’s eyes were on Chen Jie, murderous intent surging in them, but he quickly hid that killing intent. After all, this little thief’s Spiritual Sense was extremely sharp; he absolutely couldn’t show a flaw and let him realize Ba Song was fine.

After all, the matter of his Undying Body was not something he could parade around for show.

Thinking this, Ba Song oriented himself, then in the humblest manner possible, slithered along the seabed and slipped away from here in the most wretched fashion.

Let that Flood Dragon eat the little thief. It was just a pity about those three drops of Immortal Blood.

Thinking of that, Ba Song sighed once. Although things had turned out somewhat differently from what he’d planned, it wasn’t a big problem. He still had chances to lay out a few schemes, or rather, this battle of Hidden Dragon Abyss was still quite beneficial to him.

For example, the Hidden Dragon Abyss battle had directly helped him wipe out all the active forces from various countries across the Southern Ocean waters; that way, he could first unify the Southern Ocean and only then speak of other things.

With that thought, Ba Song sped away, and at the scene only Chen Jiusi and the Flood Dragon were left staring each other down.

Chen Jie looked at the Flood Dragon, knowing that in front of it he had absolutely no chance of surviving. Even that Siamese State Preceptor in Molten God Second Transition had been torn to pieces by this Flood Dragon in two moves—even if he was a bit stronger, could he last until a third strike?