The ship's captain struggled to maintain the vessel's balance, but his efforts were futile.
His face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his hands gripped the rudder tightly, desperately trying to control the out-of-control ship.
"Everyone calm down! Don't run around!"
The captain shouted hoarsely, but his voice was so insignificant amidst the chaos.
Children cried loudly in fear, and women clung tightly to their children, their eyes filled with terror and helplessness.
The octopus's tentacles began to attack the people on board, the thick, sucker-covered tentacles sweeping down with overwhelming force.
Everyone instinctively launched a counterattack, various soul skills flashing brightly, but most were only second- or third-ring soul masters, and their attacks had no effect on the tentacles, as futile as ants trying to shake a tree.
"Ah!"
A second-ring Soul Master's attack was easily deflected by the tentacles, then he was struck hard by one, his body flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the deck, coughing up blood, his life hanging in the balance.
Seeing this, the others were filled with even greater despair.
Their eyes revealed fear and helplessness; facing this powerful ten-thousand-year-old Soul Beast, they felt a profound powerlessness.
"How can we possibly win!"
Someone cried out, their voice filled with despair and collapse.
"Run!"
Others tried to escape, but where could they run to on this narrow ship?
The tentacles continued their rampage, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
Planks shattered, wood chips flying everywhere.
Some were lifted up by the tentacles, then tossed high into the air before crashing into the sea, instantly swallowed by the surging waves.
The entire scene was bloody and terrifying, cries and screams mingling together, like a scene from hell.
The octopus-like Soul Beast showed no sign of stopping its attack, seemingly enjoying the fear and despair of the crowd.
The tentacles even began to launch indiscriminate attacks on everyone, their speed and power so great that no one could avoid them.
In this critical moment, a man, seeing that he was about to be hit by the tentacles, frantically pulled a little girl next to him and threw her away, attempting to use her as a temporary shield.
The little girl was none other than the ship owner's daughter.
Witnessing this, the ship owner roared in despair,
"No! My daughter!"
His voice seemed to tear the sky apart, filled with endless grief and despair.
His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his facial muscles contorted in pain as he rushed towards his daughter.
The moment the little girl was thrown, her face was filled with terror and despair, her eyes revealing fear of death and a plea for her father's help:
"Daddy! Save me!"
Her piercing cries were particularly jarring amidst the chaos, heartbreaking to hear.
Her small body arced through the air before being tightly bound by a tentacle and slowly lifted into the air.
At that moment, Qian Renshang finally moved.
He took a deep breath, and the Golden Dragon Spear instantly appeared in his hand, its blade gleaming with a dazzling light, as if illuminating the dark space.
Qian Renshang's figure moved like a ghost, instantly appearing before the girl.
Wielding the Golden Dragon Spear, he easily blocked the octopus's tentacle attack.
The seemingly unstoppable tentacles, upon contact with the Golden Dragon Spear, were rendered immobile.
Qian Renshang then coldly stared at the ten-thousand-year-old octopus and sneered,
"Get lost!!!"
His voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the sea.
A powerful pressure emanated from him, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
The octopus spirit beast seemed to sense Qian Renshang's power; its tentacles trembled slightly, but it did not retreat. Instead, it frantically lashed out with its other tentacles, attempting another attack.
Seeing this, Qian Renshang coldly snorted, and with a sudden swing of the Golden Dragon Spear, a powerful beam of soul energy erupted, severing the tentacle binding the girl.
The girl fell from the air, and Qian Renshang caught her steadily, gently placing her on the ground.
"Take good care of her,"
Qian Renshang said to the arriving ship owner, his eyes never leaving the octopus-like spirit beast.
The ship owner, holding his daughter, looked on with gratitude and awe:
"Thank you, sir!"
He had already realized that Qian Renshang was no ordinary being!
Ignoring them, Qian Renshang focused his attention back on the octopus spirit beast, preparing for its next attack.
The next moment, seeing the octopus wouldn't leave, Qian Renshang launched a casual attack.
The golden dragon spear in his hand instantly emitted a dazzling light, and an incomparably powerful force instantly condensed at the tip.
The octopus seemed to sense the terror of this attack and tried to flee in fear. However, it was too late.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, resounded.
The powerful force instantly pierced through the octopus's body, blood splattering and staining a large area of the sea red.
This ten-thousand-year-old sea spirit beast didn't even have time to utter a final cry before being instantly killed.
The people on the ship were stunned by this scene.
Their mouths gaped open, their eyes filled with disbelief and awe.
The powerful spirit beast that they had previously considered invincible was so utterly vulnerable before Qian Renshang.
Qian Renshang's expression remained indifferent; for him, dealing with this soul beast was a piece of cake.
He sheathed his Golden Dragon Spear and turned to look at the crowd.
The gazes of the crowd now filled with gratitude and admiration; their previous fear and alienation had vanished.
The ship's owner, carrying his daughter, approached Qian Renshang and respectfully said,
"Thank you for saving our lives, sir.
If it weren't for you, we would all be dead."
Qian Renshang nodded slightly and said,
"Let's continue."
The ship continued towards Seagod Island, while Qian Renshang stood at the bow, gazing into the distance, contemplating the challenges ahead. As for the man who had attacked the little girl, he had unfortunately fallen overboard, his fate unknown.
In the following days, after the others realized Qian Renshang's power, they all tried to flatter him and explain.
"Sir, you are truly too powerful!
We were blind to your greatness.
If it weren't for your intervention, we would be finished," a man with a fawning expression said.
"Yes, sir, your strength is simply awe-inspiring," another echoed.
They tried to flatter Qian Renshang, but he completely ignored them.
His gaze remained fixed on the distance, his expression indifferent, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
If it weren't for the little girl, he wouldn't have even bothered to intervene.
He was truly weary of their sycophancy and hypocrisy.
In his heart, their behavior was utterly ridiculous and pointless.
Qian Renshang sighed inwardly:
"Most people in this world are so opportunistic, willing to abandon everything for profit."
The sea breeze brushed his face, but it couldn't dispel the vexation in his heart.
The ship's captain stood by, silently watching all this.
He knew Qian Renshang was an extraordinary person, and his heart was filled with admiration and gratitude.
The ship continued its journey on the sea, drawing ever closer to Seagod Island.
(End of Chapter)
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