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Bai Xiaowang's movements were also extremely fast. His spiritual sense gushed out and invaded Wang Meng's consciousness, rapidly imprinting a copy of Wang Meng's memories.

Bai Xiaochuan grabbed Wang Meng's storage bag and shot out a flame. Wang Meng's massive body turned into a huge fireball in the sea water.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Meng became a pile of ashes.

He could not stay here for long. Bai Xiaochuan used the immortal jade to create the image of Wang Meng. He moved his body and disappeared into the depths of the sea.

At the same time, Bai Xiaowan transferred Wang Meng's memories to Bai Xiaochuan. After combing through Wang Meng's memories, Bai Xiaochuan furrowed his brows and fell into deep thought.

It turned out that a hundred years ago, Saint Masters descended upon the Sea King's Palace. A massive vortex appeared at the bottom of the sea. Tens of thousands of divine lights rushed towards the bull fighting, with unimaginable power and influence.

At that time, the seven great royal clans still thought that a strange treasure had descended, and they all rushed into the Ocean Palace.

The seven Royal Family Patriarchs were the fastest as they rushed into the Ocean Palace together. Unexpectedly, what awaited them was not a treasure, but a terrifying nightmare.

When they saw a black figure standing in the Palace of the Sea King, they thought that someone had beaten them to it. Without hesitation, he immediately launched an attack.

However, they never would have imagined that the black figure only gave them a glance. The sea of consciousness of the seven Royal Family Patriarchs exploded like a clap of thunder, setting off an earth-shattering wave.

The seven Patriarchs painfully curled up on the ground. Their eyes were bloodshot and their consciousness was in chaos. His head felt like it was about to explode, and he was in extreme pain.

Just what was the background of the other side? With just a glance, he had defeated the seven of them. The few of them were frightened and trembling.

The black shadow stood rooted to the ground, looking up at the dome, seemingly deep in thought.

The head of the Golden Sea Dragon Clan gritted his teeth to pieces as he forcibly resisted the intense pain in his head. A loud roar was heard, "Who exactly are you? Please stop! We mean no harm! "

The black shadow moved slightly when it heard this, like it was looking down at an ant, as it looked at the seven Royal Family Patriarchs who were curling up.

"I am a Saint Master, surrender!"

The Patriarch of the Swallow Whale Clan could not take it anymore and cried out for mercy, "Sage Saint Master!" I'm willing to submit! "Sir Saint Master, please stop!"

With someone taking the lead, the other Demonic cultivators all began to plead for mercy. The head of the Golden Sea Dragon Tribe couldn't take it anymore, so he could only submit and beg for mercy.

After the Saint Master had tortured them for half an incense stick of time, they finally looked away. With a cold snort, they said, "A hundred years from now, I will come back."

With that, the Saint Master disappeared. The headache coming on in the seven royal clan Patriarchs immediately eased up. They climbed up one after another and looked at each other, feeling very embarrassed.

They were the overlords of the undersea world. The entire South Sea was at their feet. When had he ever been humiliated like this before? He was treated like an ant.

The most humiliating and fortunate thing was that the other side didn't even think about killing them.

The seven royal clan Patriarchs had unanimously chosen to seal the news. When he came across a Saint Master, he only informed the grand elders of the various clans about it.

These supreme elders were also scared to the point that their bodies were covered in cold sweat. They were all old monsters that had lived for tens of thousands of years, but they had never heard of such a powerful cultivator.

These memories were all personally told to Wang Meng by the head of the Golden Sea Dragon Tribe. He did not hide anything and did not care about his face at all.

At that time, Wang Meng didn't even dare to believe that the seemingly invincible Patriarch in his eyes would have such a humiliating experience.