Earth reinforces metal, and metal reinforces water, chaining the strength of three elements together, Long Hua forcefully tears the mercurous maw apart from the inside.
"…"
Standing perfectly still and without his weapon, while surrounded by a lake—made up of dark waters, Long Hua has his eyes shut, as he infuses his divine senses into the waters beneath his feet.
"…!"
"…!"
"…!"
Continuing to struggle, the White Serpent King, which has been torn into numerous droplets of mercurous liquid would attempt to rejoin themselves with the other droplets that are nearby, however—
*Shaaa! Shaaa! Shaaa!* the constant swaying of the raging waters would prevent this from happening.
As for attempting to escape from the confines of the dark waters as a lone droplet, the act itself may as well be a trial.
If one had to describe the situation that these mercurous droplets are in, then their circumstances are very much similar to a group of sailors that had been tossed overboard during a raging storm.
In desperation, the drowning sailors would attempt to swim to the ocean's surface. However, against their desperation, the sea would pull against their drenched bodies in an effort to keep these captives within its belly.
Eventually, these captives would be made to despairingly draw their final breath—prior to sinking into the dark depths.
Using his divine senses to project his voice throughout the dark waters, Long Hua opens his eyes, and mockingly asks—
"At this point, your sense of individuality should be fully developed, correct?"
Smiling like a snake, Long Hua remarks—
"The first time that we fought, I cut you into numerous droplets, and imprisoned those droplets in cubes of sword Qi. Do you remember what I said to you after that?"
Just as Long Hua had guessed, the White Serpent King has indeed fully developed a sense of self, and thinking back to the time that the former had mentioned, it recalls the former saying—
(One of the good points of this world is its size, and with how violent the waters here are, they'll be able to carry those droplets—that make up your body, as far away from the other as possible. Either I drop those parts into the waters right now, or you can choose to submit to me by blinking your left eye twice. Make your choice.)
In a frigid tone, Long Hua says—
"This time, I won't give you a choice. That unpleasant bastard… He said—you were supposed to be my claws and fangs. But I've little use for claws and fangs that are disobedient."
Summoning a phantom maw over his head, Long Hua manipulates the dark waters to pour themselves upwards and into the maw.
As portions of the White Serpent King are devoured in droves, Long Hua narrows his eyes—at the sudden enlightenment of what the former really is.
All lifeforms possess something called primal instincts. It is by possessing these instincts that a lifeform would know when to hunt for prey, and when its own life is in danger.
"Heh?"
Smiling in an odd manner, Long Hua finds this discovery amusing, as he thought—
(So, my own primal instincts wished to devour me? But is also fearful of me?)
Allowing these thoughts to sink in, Long Hua chuckles aloud, and mutters—
"Have I truly fallen that far into depravity?"
(*-laoban, are you seriously asking that? You're scheming to screw over this entire world for selfish benefits. The number of lives that you're ruining is in the millions. Depraved doesn't even begin to describe you.)
"…"
As the final droplets of water are sucked into the phantom maw, it closes and vanishes from sight.
"Hmm."
Contemplating a certain matter, Long Hua pays no heed to the Tai Xuan Emperor's remark.
"…"
Raising his hand, a faint puff of red mist manifests over his palm, to which, Long Hua crushes it by forming a fist.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!* as distant buildings continue to fall—mostly by the efforts of Qing Ming Yang and Lin Yu Heng, Long Hua soon finds himself surrounded by weapon spirits.
"…"
"…"
"…"
Nine Lives, the Ashen River Hall, the Long Yue family, NPI, among this rag-tag group of weapon spirits, Long Hua naturally sees a few familiar faces glaring at him with hatred.
"…"
Emerging from within the crowd—
"Surnamed Long."
Ye Chen narrows his eyes, and upon the former calling out Long Hua's identity—
"An… Ancestor…?"
Chen Lan, who is also present, widens his eyes.
"…"
Gradually—
"Uh…!"
The effects of the recognition inhibiting mask wear off for Chen Lan—allowing him to see the practitioner's face.
"Oh?"
Turning to Chen Lan, Long Hua says—
"Xiao Chen Chen, is it? What's wrong? This is hardly anything to be surprised by, is it? After all, like surnamed Shao had said in the past—even if this entire world goes up in flames, I'd still be able to sit back and drink away at my leisure."
"…It's him?"
"…Surnamed Long."
Following Long Hua's admittance to Chen Lan's call, those who've had dealings with him in the past are also beginning to see through the recognition inhibiting mask.
"…"
Stepping forward, Xu Tian Kun glares at Long Hua, and says—
"We'll definitely kill you here today, you venomous snake!"
With a sinister smile on his face, Long Hua asks—
"Will you now?"
Despite there being a drone to capture all this footage live, the amount of distance, which separates it from the scene is quite far—making it impossible to pick up sound.
Currently, the world outside of the ruins can only be described with the word chaotic—due to the number of people that have collapsed on the roadside from exposing themselves to the Spirit Extract rain.
Those that are still watching the livestream at this time, are mainly weapon spirits—that have already been awakened to their Relics before the event.