Standing on the turbulent North Sea, Fu Xiu sneered, “Mo Xie, do you remember? The summit of the North Sea is where you and Ziyue were buried. At the beginning of creation, you were buried there, and today, you shall both be buried deep under the sea, in the same tomb. Hahaha, what a pair of star-crossed lovers.”
Mo Xie gave a cold laugh, standing atop the waves. “Fu Xiu, your wickedness is beyond the tolerance of heaven and earth. Surrender now!” Fu Xiu raised giant waves and fled towards the North. Liu Bugun, holding his Mo Xie sword, chased after him on the waves.
Liu Bugun pursued him into the depths of the North Sea, into the very cave where he and Ziyue had been buried. Overwhelmed with grief and burning with hatred, Liu Bugun declared, “Fu Xiu, if you remain obstinate, you shall be utterly destroyed.” Driven by vengeance, Liu Bugun would not rest until Fu Xiu was dead. “Mo Xie, remember this cave? This was where you two dwelled together. Now, you will be buried here once again. Hahaha,” Fu Xiu laughed maniacally.
Seizing the moment, Liu Bugun swung his sword. Fu Xiu’s dragon whiskers lashed out at him. Liu Bugun leaped, striking at Fu Xiu’s crown. Fu Xiu rolled, spewing flames at Liu Bugun, who quickly dodged and lunged forward, striking Fu Xiu in the eye. With a scream, Fu Xiu fled towards the surface. “Fu Xiu, where can you escape?” Liu Bugun pursued relentlessly.
