Xiong Kun dared not linger and, enduring the intense pain in his organs, stumbled back to the Heavenly Blue Sea stronghold.
When he burst through the door, the remaining members of the Celestial Cyan Sea gang were shocked beyond belief.
"Sea Lord!"
"Sea Lord, what happened to you?"
"Quickly, bring me the best healing elixir." Xiong Kun shouted.
"Yes!"
Someone hurriedly brought the healing medicine, and Xiong Kun, without caring about the dose, uncorked it and poured it straight into his mouth.
After downing an entire bottle of the healing medicine, Xiong Kun finally let out a long breath, then sat in a chair, quietly regulating his Qi and blood.
A moment later, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large clot of blackened blood.
After expelling it, Xiong Kun’s heart finally settled down.
Although his internal organs had been severely injured, as long as he could spit out this clot of stagnant blood, the problem wasn’t considered serious; at most, he would need some time to recuperate.
Despite this, Xiong Kun still felt a lingering fear.
Because the power of that punch was truly terrifying.
Xiong Kun, with his natural talent since childhood, was called a prodigy suitable for practicing Horizontal Refining by his master.
Especially when he reached the half-step Fifth Realm, his Horizontal Refining Skill, expressed in his Flesh Armor, was rarely matched.
He didn’t even fear facing an average Fifth Realm expert.
Yet such a formidable Horizontal Refining Skill was shattered by a single punch from that Yaksha Masked Man.
The internal shock that brought to Xiong Kun was imaginable.
Could it be that this Yaksha Masked Man was a deeply hidden Fifth Realm expert?
Could He Zhen’s death also be related to him?
Thinking of this, Xiong Kun couldn’t help but shiver.
If that were the case, it would be terrifying.
Because it would mean the Four Seas Gang had encountered an extremely fearsome opponent.
The key was, the Four Seas Gang knew nothing about this person.
Nothing is more frightening than the unknown.
Xiong Kun’s expression flickered, and he suddenly said, "Someone, go to Changping Square and invite Sea Lord Sheng Lianhua over, and tell her I have information about the Yaksha Masked Man."
"Yes!"
Sheng Lianhua came quickly, almost arriving right after receiving the message.
As soon as she entered, her expression changed.
"You’re injured?"
Although Xiong Kun had already expelled the stagnant blood from his body, his severely injured Primordial Energy made his face extremely pale, so it was clear to see.
"Yes."
"Injured by the Yaksha Masked Man?"
"Exactly."
Sheng Lianhua’s expression changed, becoming very unpleasant.
These days, she was constantly thinking about finding that masked guy with Yaksha Mask and chopping him to pieces in front of her nephew Bai Zonglin’s grave.
But after multiple searches, they found nothing, as if the person had vanished into thin air.
So when Xiong Kun had his subordinates notify her that he had news about the Yaksha Masked Man, Sheng Lianhua rushed over immediately.
But she never expected that Xiong Kun had been injured by that Yaksha Masked Man as well, which complicated the situation.
Sheng Lianhua previously thought that this Yaksha Masked Man’s strength wasn’t too strong, only relying on the advantage of Poison, to kill so many of her subordinates.
But Xiong Kun’s injury proved that this person’s strength was extraordinary,
because even Sheng Lianhua herself couldn’t guarantee a victory against Xiong Kun.
"What exactly happened?" Sheng Lianhua asked slowly after a brief consideration.
At this point, there was nothing to hide, so Xiong Kun recounted the entire incident.
After listening, Sheng Lianhua was also taken aback.
"Are you saying that this Yaksha Masked Man may very well be the one who killed He Zhen?"
"Exactly."
"Then what are we waiting for? We should report this to the Big Master immediately," Sheng Lianhua said.
"Hehe, report to the Big Master?" Xiong Kun sneered, then waved his hand.
The servants and guards in the room all withdrew.
When only the two of them remained in the room, Xiong Kun said, "Nowadays, the Big Master is indulged in the so-called elixir recipes provided by those alchemists, obsessed with furthering his Qi Meridian, and barely involves himself in the major or minor affairs of the gang."
"He only showed himself when He Zhen died, and during the hunt for Medicine Saint Shrine’s Mo Qi, have you seen him at any other time?"
Sheng Lianhua shook her head, "No."
"Even if we reported this matter, the result would merely be us three families jointly hunting this person, but today’s battle made me realize that we absolutely cannot easily become enemies with this person."
"Otherwise, He Zhen will be a precedent for us."
Sheng Lianhua’s face looked somewhat unpleasant, but she had to admit that Xiong Kun spoke the truth.
If this Yaksha Masked Man was so formidable, then she shouldn’t think about avenging her nephew.
"What do you mean? Just let it go?"
"Of course, we can’t just let it go, and that’s exactly why I called you here."
Xiong Kun suddenly smiled as he said this.
"How did you feel after He Zhen died?"
Sheng Lianhua was silent for a moment, "Very pleased."
Indeed, very pleased.
With He Zhen’s death, the Bronze Sea was leaderless, and Big Master Huangfu Zhen was indifferent to these matters.
So the three families divided the Bronze Sea among themselves.
"Would you like to feel pleased again?"
"What do you mean?" Sheng Lianhua asked.
Xiong Kun responded calmly, "Lang Songbai of the Qingjing Sea is young and has greater potential than us. Though it’s nothing now, in a couple of years, do you think we could still suppress him?"
Sheng Lianhua suddenly understood.
"So you mean...."
"Divert the disaster, find a way to have Lang Songbai face off against the Yaksha Masked Man, and once he’s dead, there will only be the two of us left in the Four Seas Gang. If the Big Master doesn’t care, won’t we be the ones calling the shots?" Xiong Kun said with a sinister grin.