On a very open flat ground on Dolphin Spirit Island, there are more than a dozen tents of different sizes and sewn from animal skins.

The middle one occupies a large central area, and is noticeably taller than the other tents around it.

Outside the largest tent was a thick purple wood flagpole, on which an apricot red flag was painted with a shark totem with a wagging tail in anger.

The doors of the tent were closed, and there was no one outside. In the tent, there was a shark face, and the burly shark was pacing around in the big tent alone, with a sad face.

Not long ago, he had just been taught a separate lesson by Liu Haiyu at the sacrificial platform.

At that time, although Liu Haiyu saved him from going mad, Sharkface didn't think so. He sees Liu Haiyu's appearance as a gift from the shark god, and if he can successfully devour Liu Haiyu's divine soul, he can make him strong.

And in the end, he was disgraced by Liu Haiyu's lesson, which made him feel lost. This lost emotion was like a black, small flame that devoured the light was ignited in his heart, and it burned more and more.

Depressed, inferior, gloomy...... These negative emotions weave an invisible black curtain in his heart, and under the dark curtain is an even darker and deeper hatred.

"Shark Long, you are such a waste, you can't even deal with a Dao disciple. What qualifications do you have to delusionally return to the East China Sea to take revenge, and restoring the past glory of the sharktooth clan is simply a dream. He kept blaming himself in his heart, beating his chest in excitement.

"Revenge on my own and the remaining sharktooth tribe may be a fantasy at all. If only I could find other stronger helpers. In addition to the sharktooth tribe on this island, there is only the dolphin spirit tribe. However, the patriarch of the Dolphin Spirit Clan, the old man "Yunnuo", didn't want to fight back to the East China Sea with me, and the Dolphin Spirit Clan didn't seem to be much stronger than the current Sharktooth Clan. Who else? Who else is stronger? Liu Haiyu? The Dao disciple who defeated me is really strong......

Thinking of this, Shark Long suddenly stopped his pace, patted his forehead with his hand, showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and said to himself: "I thought of it! Isn't there many powerful sects in the Zhongyuan Continent where Liu Haiyu is located? If you can form an alliance with one of the major sects among them, you will definitely be able to return to the East China Sea and succeed in revenge." ”

Thinking so, his eyes showed ecstasy, he raised his clenched fists, raised his head and shouted: "I want revenge!

The sound was like a wild shark imprisoned in an iron prison rushing desperately left and right in the enclosed space, causing the whole tent to shake violently, and the thick log pillars used to support the tent creaked.

After a moment, the shark-face's manic mood calmed down, and he whispered in his mouth, "I'm going to the Zhongyuan Continent to find help." ”

At this moment, the curtain outside the big tent was opened.

"Who is so bold as to trespass into my tent? "Shark Face is angry when he senses that someone is coming uninvited. Because without his permission, other clansmen will be severely punished by him, not to mention entering the big tent, even if they enter the distance of ten zhang around the big tent.

"Shark Long, my nephew, long time no see. The visitor said first.

"Is that you?" Sharkface was a little surprised to see the visitor, but he didn't get angry.

The man was dressed in a wide gray robe, and looked like a bald monk, because the man had three crooked ring scars on his bald head.

A large uplifted nose occupies most of the middle of the bald monk's face, and a pair of large nostrils on top of it are turned out, and even the overflowing thick nose hair can be clearly seen. Above the nose are a pair of small soybean-like eyes that sparkle with a stunning look.

"Why, it's only been more than ten years, have you forgotten about the second uncle?" the person continued.

"Is it really you? Are you still alive? When you practiced forbidden arts and killed your fellow clan, wasn't it removed from the shark tooth clan by my father, and personally presided over it, and sentenced you to death by sacrificing the shark spirit alive in public?" asked Shark Long with a surprised expression.

"Hey, hey. The bald monk first smiled weirdly, and there was a complicated look in his eyes. Then he said, "Anyway, your father is also my own big brother. How could he be willing to let my younger brother die? Back then, he just found a stand-in for a death row inmate and made a trick. Afterwards, your father, as the patriarch of the Sharktooth Clan, personally whipped me with a hundred Sharktooth Soul Eater Whips to punish me for my sins. ”

As he spoke, the bald monk lifted his shirt with his hand, revealing his chest. His chest was covered with criss-crossing scars, like the bark of an old tree that had been slashed many times with a knife.

Then, the bald monk closed his shirt neatly, a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the hundred soul devouring whips had not made him succumb.

When the shark face saw the whipping scars on the bald monk's chest, his scalp couldn't help but tingle. How did his second uncle survive the hundred shark tooth soul devouring whips without dying?

The Shark Tooth Soul Eater Whip is made from the backbone and teeth of the East China Sea blue shark, and then soaked and quenched with several highly venomous deep-sea snake venoms for 7749 days. With each lash, the tortured person was bitten by a shark's teeth, and the venom of the snake on it invaded the bone marrow. Even the warriors of the shark-toothed clan generally can't withstand ten lashes, and most of them will end up with rotten bones and rotten flesh.

"How did you find here?" continued Sharkface.

"That's a long story. Back then, your father spared me half my life and warned me not to appear in the East China Sea for the rest of my life, otherwise I would be killed. I endured the pain and fled all the way west to the Zhongyuan Continent. In order to heal the whipping wounds on my body, I kept sneaking up and devouring the souls of those cultivators in the Zhongyuan Continent. Just as my injuries were gradually recovering, I became the wanted target of the various sects of Zhongyuan. After spending the day in hiding, I eventually joined a group called Shadows. "Shadow" gave me the space to survive and keep me alive until now. I came to the coast of the East China Sea this time to carry out the mission assigned to me by the "Shadow" organization. As soon as I got here, I noticed that there were quite a few shark-toothed people. As soon as I inquired, it turned out that the "sharktooth clan" was driven out of the East China Sea by the enemy and hid on this guinea spirit island to steal a living. The bald monk said unhurriedly.

"We were not driven out, but framed by the cunning Scaly Clan. My father lost his life trying to cover the evacuation of the remaining people. One day, I, Shark Long, must return to the East China Sea with the people of the Shark Tooth Clan, destroy the Scaly Jiao Clan, and avenge my father and many dead clansmen. Sharkface argued loudly.

"Revenge? Just by you and a group of old and weak soldiers under your command? The original strength of the Scaly Jiao Clan is above my Sharktooth Clan. I said back then that an alliance with the Scaly Jiao Clan was tantamount to seeking skin with the tiger. Only being strong is the only way to survive. I chose to make myself stronger, so I secretly cultivated the forbidden art of the Sharktooth Clan. Speaking of this, the bald monk paused deliberately.

He stared at Shark Long's shark face with bad intentions, and then said sarcastically: "What, my good nephew, looking at your handsome face now, I know that you have also cultivated the forbidden technique "Shark Tooth Soul Devourer" like me, which is really a great irony. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, it was my father who passed on his divine soul power to me before he died, so that I became what I am now. I want to inherit my father's power and revive the Shahtooth. ”

The shark face defended loudly, with a complicated expression, frightened, sad, and unwilling.

Half a year ago, on an island deep in the East China Sea, a bloody battle between races just took place.

On the ground, the corpses of the Sharktooth warriors were strewn and scattered, with severed limbs and rivers. A banner painted with the "fighting shark" totem of the shark-toothed tribe was forked on the ground, and fluttered weakly but stubbornly in the remnants of the wind, full of the smell of blood.

Under the flag, an old man covered in scars stood among a pile of corpses. His own blood and that of his enemies twisted together and stained his whole body red. A short sword pierced his chest, dripping with blood, a mortal wound. His gray hair was braided into several braids and draped on the sides of his cheeks. With one hand, he trembled and held the flagpole of the clan flag beside him.

In front of the old man was a young man on one knee, a father and son.

The father said, "Shark Long, you are my only son. According to the rules of the Sharktooth Clan, I am dead, and you are the new patriarch of the Sharktooth Clan. I can't do it now, but your strength is still too weak, and if you want to survive, you have to become strong. Don't think about revenge, we are no match for those powerful enemies. Flee here with the rest of the Sharktooth people, as long as the Sharktooth Clan does not perish, there will be a day when the Sharktooth will rise again. ”

"Father, if I carry you away, you won't die. The son replied loudly, emotional.

The father had tears in his old eyes, but a smile appeared on his face, and he said very kindly: "Child, I will always be by your side to protect you and protect the entire sharktooth clan." ”

Hearing this, the son burst into tears and laughed, he thought that his father really would not die.

The father took one of his son's hands, placed it on the pole of the flag, and said, "Take him." ”

The son nodded, clutching the flagpole.

The father looked up at the shark totem wagging his tail angrily on the flag, and then looked down at his son, and became extremely calm.

Suddenly, the father stretched out his hands, clamped his strong palms between the temples on either side of his son's head, and shouted, "Remember, take the banner of the Sharktooth Clan, and leave here with the rest of the Sharktooth Clan, and try to survive." Forget hatred and have a future. ”

At the same time, a huge soul power came from the father's palms, passed through the temples, and merged into the son's body.

The son's skull was shattered by the sudden impact of the huge soul power that entered his body.

"Ahh And his originally upright face gradually distorted, and finally turned into a shark face.