Robbed by a Mortal

If not for encountering a giant sea turtle, the two would have drowned in the sea.

Jian Wushuang had never been so frustrated.

Back when he was tempering his body, he could compare to the gods even with a mortal body.

Now, he was in this state.

In the outside world, he was a Ninth Tribulation Universe God.

Midnight.

The two finally swam to shore.

There was a pier built by mortals here.

Even at night, it was brightly lit, with people coming and going.

Seeing two young men in melted clothes swimming over from the sea, everyone widened their eyes, looking incredulous.

"Whoo, whoo!"

Jian Wushuang dragged his exhausted body, sprawling on the dock, panting heavily.

Next to him, Xiang Yang was even worse off, unable to catch his breath.

A few porters, curious about the spectacle, walked up and asked softly, "Young masters, what happened to you?"