Three men reached out toward the slithering spear like beggars lunging for a bucket of gold. Seeing this, Liu Xing could not help but shout, "Get away from that! It's a demonic spear!"

If one of them successfully reached the spear, it would make him its host, and the fight would start anew. But even though he laced his voice with qi and was sure his words reached their ears, they ignored him, completely blinded by the sight of the black spear.

Liu Xing almost reflexively summoned his shield. At his maximum speed, he could destroy the spear before anyone reached it. However, he reined himself in. Summoning his shield would dismiss the turtle, causing Su Nian and the others to plunge into the sea and become scattered once again. At least one of them would surely be captured or, worse, killed. In the end, he commanded his gun to come to him, gripped it, and ordered it to pull him down as he fired three bullets at the three greedy, foolish cultivators.

"Move!" he shouted, and the bullets shot through the air so swiftly that, for a moment, he thought they were faster than usual.

Three blue falling stars descended, and before the men's hands could touch the slithering spear, the bullets hit their scalps. The bolts exploded into paralyzing electricity, making them shout in agony. Seeing the three of them paralyzed, he ordered his gun to drag him down faster and faster, then thrust his stone blade downward, intending to destroy the black spear.

But while the three cultivators, paralyzed by electricity, could not move, the black spear—while slow—could. It lunged toward one of the reaching hands. Its movement was sluggish like a caterpillar, and Liu Xing was mere meters from destroying it. Yet, right before the tip of his stone blade could hit the spear, its head successfully touched the tip of a reaching hand. The instant it made contact, it moved with blinding speed, controlling the man and forcing him to pull the spear back, trying to dodge the attack.

In an instant, Liu Xing pulled his hand back and swung his stone blade to the side, aiming for the man's hand instead of his spear. The wild swing caused him to lose his balance, and he fell to the deck, hitting it shoulder-first. As he crashed into the ship, the wooden planks exploded into splinters, and a severed hand flew through the air, blood arcing behind it.

The tan arm belonged to the man who had reached for the spear, the one it had chosen to latch onto. The spear was coiled around it like a snake on a severed branch. Seeing this, Liu Xing could not help but let out a ferocious smile. Even if it was just a spear, he could tell it was enraged by him.

As Liu Xing plunged into the hull, he rotated his body in the air to ease his momentum and successfully landed on his feet before jumping again toward the still-soaring hand. As he moved toward it, he saw that the hand it coiled around was visibly withering, as if being sucked dry. Liu Xing was about to slash at it when someone suddenly threw a punch right toward his face. The attacker was the man who had just lost his arm. Even if the punch had connected, Liu Xing would not have budged, but the surprise of the attack made Liu Xing pause for a single moment and reflexively move to the side. It was a mistake. The punch was not dangerous, but because of it, he had altered his trajectory and given the black spear time.

In that moment, the black spear lashed out from the withering hand and stabbed through another man, entering one ear and exiting the other with a bloodied tip. The man whose brain had just been pierced had his eyes frozen in a state of shock.

Liu Xing cursed inwardly as he rotated his body, but the man with the severed arm was unleashing another punch toward him. Its speed was impossible for a mere Lock Opening realm cultivator, yet he decided to ignore it, thinking it was a weak punch like before. It was another mistake. As the punch hit him in the back, he felt as if he had been struck by a car. Both of his feet lifted off the deck, and he was thrown from the ship like a cannonball.

As Liu Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, he rotated his body so he could see the black spear once again. The body it was stabbing through was suddenly sucked dry of moisture, becoming a mummy in an instant before crumbling to dust. The man who had punched him began to roar, his muscles bulging, his veins writhing, and he suddenly grew taller and bigger, as if he had just undergone a transformation.

Seeing this, Liu Xing rotated his body and landed on yet another ship. He was dragged for a moment before he finally stopped.

That spear was really dangerous. Liu Xing had wrongly assumed that by severing the arm, he had prevented the spear from making the man its host. But he was wrong. As long as it latched onto someone, it created a connection between the spear and its user, even if the body part it latched onto was severed.

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The man with the severed arm and bulging muscles roared as if in triumph. Then, he extended his hand toward the other man who had reached for the black spear. As if an invisible hand had grabbed him, the man began to float. As he struggled against the force that lifted and squeezed him, the spear, which had landed in the ashes of the previous victim, lunged at him, stabbing him in the gut and coming out of his back. The moment it emerged, blood gushed from the hole in his stomach, and the man roared in agonizing pain. But then, his body began to dry out, as if his blood and internal organs had vaporized, until he too became a pile of ash on the deck.

The new host of the spear suddenly doubled in size, his muscles bulging until his clothes ripped and tore apart, leaving him completely naked. His eyes turned red. Then, he extended his hand, and the spear leaped into it.

As the spear settled on his arm, Liu Xing looked around, observing the battlefield. He was on a ship in the outer ring of vessels circling his flying turtle. Five ships had successfully tied ropes to the turtle's feet and head, preventing it from rising. People used these ropes to climb toward the turtle like ants on a wire, and more and more ropes were tying his turtle down. The situation looked worrying, but Tide Walker was still rampaging and killing cultivators, making them shout and roar in agony and fury. Many people fell from the side of the turtle—some with their bodies intact, some with bloody and severed limbs, and some as nothing more than severed body parts. He did not want this fight to continue and cause more unnecessary deaths.

Still, the prominent thing on his mind as he watched people climbing onto and falling from his turtle was their reaction. He had just killed a general, their superior, with a flashy attack, yet it was as if they didn't notice his death. Moreover, when the new host of the black spear roared, they barely spared him a glance.

As he thought about that, the new host of the black spear—the naked man with bulging muscles—suddenly stomped on the wooden planks beneath him, creating a hole, and jumped through it. As he did so, Liu Xing intensified his Lightning Cloak Technique, encasing his entire body almost completely in lightning. Then, with his technique at full power, Liu Xing jumped as hard as he could, making the wooden floor beneath him explode. Before the splinters could fly too far, he had already arrived right above the new host of the black spear.

While it was true that the spear had successfully attached itself to a new host, and while this host had already absorbed two people, he was by no means a Core Splitting cultivator. He was merely a Lock Opening cultivator with only three or four locks open. It was true that his punch had thrown him, but that did not mean he was stronger or faster than Liu Xing. He was merely lucky because Liu Xing had decided to ignore him. This time, he would make sure he made no mistakes.

Liu Xing spun in the air and then, with a roar, swung his stone blade downward. The black spear lashed to the side, trying to pull its host to safety, but the man's large and wide frame made it impossible for him to dodge. In an instant, his stone blade bit into the man's shoulder, and a moment later, it came out from his waist—the blade passed through his body as if it were tofu. The man roared, but before he could finish his roar, Liu Xing summoned his gun to his left hand, aimed it at the man's head, and pulled the trigger. An Exploding Fist bullet hit him right in the center of his forehead and then exploded and turned his head into a rain of blood.

He did not stop, though. As the source of qi for the black spear had just vanished—his gun absorbed it, making sure no lingering qi remained on the corpse—the spear would no doubt try to find a new host.

As the remains of the man landed inside the vessel, he saw why the host had stomped through the wooden plank. Two men huddled in the corner of the room, their eyes wide as if they had just witnessed the most brutal murder in the world. The black spear, as expected, jumped toward them like a cobra, but Liu Xing rotated in the air as he swung his stone blade downward.

"Die!" Liu Xing shouted as his stone blade hit the neck of the spear. The spear was tough, as if he were trying to destroy stone, not a weapon. Yet, the sharpness of his blade and the power of his swing were greater, and so, his stone blade successfully cut the black spear in two. One piece was the spearhead, while the other was the shaft. The force of the swing sent both parts falling, and then both pieces clattered to the ground.

As it landed, the spearhead emitted a low screech, its body writhing as darkness enveloped it. Then, the spearhead suddenly melted, its body transforming into a black sludge, and little tentacles tried to reach the two cultivators huddled on one side.

Seeing this, Liu Xing aimed his gun at it, but instead of pulling the trigger and killing it with an Exploding Fist bullet, he decided to swing his left hand downward, using the gun as a blunt weapon. When the handle of his gun hit the black sludge, the impact destroyed it, making it splatter like jello hit by a hammer. He looked around, and when he saw that his gun was absorbing the darkness, he nodded.

It seemed the black spear had finally been destroyed.

"Alright," Liu Xing muttered. "Now, let's end the pointless fight outside."

As he said that, a man jumped down from the hole above him.

"Bastard! How dare you kill my father!"

Liu Xing looked up. The man was young, with tan skin, thick eyebrows, and a muscular body. He did not wear a robe; instead, like the general, he wore armor ornamented with gold plates. When he had talked with General Zhao Ming, this man had not been far away. His shout confirmed that Liu Xing had just killed his father, though even without the shout, he would have known from the family resemblance.

Liu Xing could kill this man in an instant, but he would not.

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