Boom!
A loud splash could be heard as a great force crashed into the surface of the ocean, creating a whirlpool. Seawater rose up in waves over ten feet tall. The whole ocean surface was vibrating vigorously, waves swamping over each other like in a tsunami—which was extremely intimidating.
The ship that the hitmen came from was about three feet away from the ruckus, rolling wildly about in the waves. Even so, Tu Xiupei, who came up onto the deck, watched her nemesis, hugging the mast in utter excitement. "Haha! Feng Tianlan, you're dead. You're finally dead!"
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Upon hearing that sound, Tu Xiupei suddenly squinted her eyes at the horizon and grabbed Qi Shujie's hand. "Senior Brother, quickly! Jump into the sea! Quick."
Qi Shujie did not hesitate, he took Tu Xiupei in his arms and jumped into the whirlpool after the sinking ship. The remaining impact of the residual spiritual force slammed into them before they even reached the water.