Upon witnessing the deluge of water arrows, He Yiming immediately grasped the massive conch's superior status among the myriad of sea monster Saints.

It was unequivocally the most formidable Saint Beast among the gathering of sea fiends here, possessing power that was no less than that of the Silver Eel King they had encountered in the past.

The Silver Eel King had dared to pursue the three great ships of the Lingxiao Palace because it had marshaled the strength of tens of thousands of its kin.

While the number of sea monsters here might not be as terrifying as before, every single one was a powerful Saint Beast, and in terms of sheer individual strength, they far surpassed the former foes.

Had it been the He Yiming of old, the sight of such an array would have prompted an immediate retreat.

But things were different now; without hesitation, he urged his mount, and the White Horse transformed into a streak of light, directly planting its hooves upon the colossal white shell.

The mighty Dragon Power erupted without reservation at that moment, and the gaping shell, which had only managed to eject a few initial water arrows, was violently stomped back down into the sea.

A massive vortex churned on the surface of the ocean, the result of the shell rapidly plummeting below.

Having absorbed the lightning energy of the Silver Eel King, the White Horse Lightning had not only achieved a qualitative leap in its inherent lightning power but had also seen a considerable increase in strength; at this moment, it managed to stamp a deep indentation onto the shell’s surface.

Watching the shell vanish beneath the waves, He Yiming flipped his wrist, and the Five Elements Ring appeared in his hand.

Unreservedly, he poured his potent true Qi into the Five Elements World.

The entire inner world began to spin, instantly manifesting subtle shifts and feeding back fivefold the colossal power.

Under the supreme speed of the White Horse Lightning, He Yiming moved across the sea region like a phantom.

The sea monster Saints engaged in battle with the Venerables did not even have time to register what had happened before they felt an immense, irresistible force bearing down upon them.

The sheer magnitude of this power vastly exceeded the tolerance limit of these ordinary Saints.

The smaller sea monster Saints struck by this force were, at best, left dazed and disoriented; at worst, their bodies exploded on the spot, splattering blood.

The larger sea monsters, or those whose weaknesses were not immediately apparent, howled in visceral pain after taking the blow.

They writhed desperately, abandoning their current opponents to counter-attack He Yiming.

But every time this occurred, a furiously swirling, horn-shaped lightning bolt would manifest on the White Horse's single horn.

After tracing a beautiful arc across the air, it would pierce deep into the bodies of those sea monster Saints.

Regardless of the size or form of the Saint Beast, once struck by this bolt of lightning, a tremendous crackling sound would erupt from within its body, and the entire frame would begin to convulse violently.

In mere moments, He Yiming, astride the White Horse, had swept through the area and felled every Saint Beast that remained mobile.

Only then did He Yiming truly feel a sense of vindication.

He let out a long cry that carried far, actually causing muffled thunderclaps to explode in the air.

Franklin, Garfield, and the Old Ancestor of the Yu Family.

These three were all at the peak of the Human Dao.

Under the pressure exerted by them, He Yiming and the White Horse Lightning had been forced to flee, constantly looking over their shoulders, terrified that these individuals would relentlessly pursue them.

This psychological burden was almost unbearable for anyone.

And the sea monsters here undoubtedly served as the perfect outlet for the rage boiling within him.

Under his full, unreserved exertion, the battle was concluded in a mere instant.

Of course, this swift victory was also partly due to the fact that the Venerables had been entangled with the sea monster Saints for so long; none of them had anticipated this terrifying figure suddenly descending from the heavens to launch a sneak attack.

If these sea monster Saints had been united and prepared, even He Yiming mounted on the White Horse Lightning might not have dared to provoke them in the maritime environment.

With a slight dip of its hooves, the White Horse Lightning plunged into the sea.

He Yiming paused briefly, understanding that the White Horse Lightning was surely holding onto a store of pent-up fury, unwilling to let even that massive conch, already kicked toward the seabed, escape.

Bao Zhu opened its mouth and inhaled; the nine fire dragons soaring in the sky immediately returned to the Nine-toothed Rake.

Then, its small body darted into the sea, chasing after He Yiming and the White Horse.

A stream of five-colored light spread from beneath the waves, instantly enveloping the little creature and causing it to vanish.

On the surface, the assembled Venerables exchanged bewildered glances.

Moments ago, this area had been a storm of churning waves, with the Venerables and the sea Saints locked in a ferocious brawl.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, everything had calmed down completely.

The dozen or so sea monster Saints that had been their enemies were either dead or trembling in place, purple and silver-white lightning arcs flickering across their bodies—they clearly had little life left.

Although two sea monster Saints had wisely discerned the turn of events and fled into the deep sea, it was already insignificant to the overall outcome.

They exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting complex emotions.

When He Yiming had clashed with Franklin, although it had already delivered a shock of incredible magnitude, that level of powerhouse felt too distant for them to truly comprehend He Yiming's actual capabilities.

It was only now, upon these sea monster Saints, that He Yiming had unleashed the full extent of his true power, finally showing these newly ascended Venerables the real gap between them.

The terrifying efficiency with which He Yiming struck down one creature after another sent shivers down their spines.

If the He Yiming on the White Horse had been their enemy, not their ally...

The mere thought conjured a chilling dread in all of them.

Li Jiangfeng sighed deeply, "Brother Jin, how did he cultivate?" Among everyone present, Jin Zhanyi undoubtedly had the closest relationship with He Yiming.

Upon hearing Li Jiangfeng's question, even though they all knew they were unlikely to hear anything truly enlightening, their ears remained keenly focused.

Indeed, Jin Zhanyi offered a wry smile. "Brother Li, you heard Lord Franklin say it—Brother He possesses both the Five Elements Physique and the Light and Dark Physique.

Perhaps that is the secret to his incredibly rapid cultivation." The crowd nodded subconsciously.

Perhaps only this explanation could make sense of it.

Because, since ancient times, it seemed no one had ever simultaneously possessed such miraculous constitutions, making He Yiming undoubtedly the first in all history.

Li Yanjing retrieved the Nine Dragon Furnace.

After the trials in the realm of life and death, the number of fire dragons she commanded had increased by one, reaching eight.

However, upon seeing the Nine-toothed Rake wielded by Bao Zhu, her slight pride vanished entirely.

The power displayed by the nine fire dragons within the Nine-toothed Rake was in no way inferior to the replica Divine Artifact, the Nine Dragon Furnace, which left her shocked yet intensely envious.

But recalling that the wielder was a Saint Beast bearing the bloodline of a Divine Beast, her envy dissolved.

Then, a sudden thought struck her, and she asked urgently, "Brother Jin, wasn't White Horse Lightning engaging the Pope of the Western Temple? How are they back already? Could it be..." A tension seized the hearts of everyone present.

They stared at each other, their eyes flickering with an unusual light.

At that moment, aside from the sound of the surging sea waves, no other sound existed.

Because, involuntarily, an unbelievable notion began to form in their minds.

Could it be that they had defeated Franklin and returned? If not, how could the mighty Pope of the Temple have allowed them to depart so freely? The mere thought that a master of the Human Dao peak might have been defeated by the combined force of He Yiming and the White Horse Lightning made their hearts pound violently, unable to settle down.

The surface waters were turbulent, but the depths below were surprisingly calm.

Especially since these powerful sea monster Saints had been dispatched one by one, the main sources of chaos were gone, and tranquility naturally returned.

That massive conch shell had not surfaced at all since the White Horse kicked it to the bottom.

He Yiming understood perfectly: the enormous clam shell must have sensed the overwhelming power emanating from the White Horse Lightning, recognized the imminent danger, and fled immediately.

However, among the creatures of the ocean, clam-type sea monsters are undeniably among the slowest swimmers.

Even if it fled instantly, how could it escape the pursuit of the White Horse Lightning? In moments, He Yiming sensed the presence of that colossal shell underwater.

In terms of life force alone, this clam-shelled Saint Beast was in no way inferior to the former Silver Eel King.

Thus, upon sensing the White Horse Lightning, the shell immediately spread open, revealing masses of writhing clam flesh within the gigantic cavity.

Having tasted the power of the White Horse Lightning, it dared not rely on its formidable shell for a direct confrontation.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of water arrows shot out abruptly through the water toward He Yiming's position.

Though underwater, the speed of these arrows was undiminished, and their power was even more potent.

He Yiming's eyes lit up.

With a cold chuckle, he gently waved his wrist, and an invisible sword shot out like a flash.

The mighty water arrows abruptly vanished without a trace just one zhang away from He Yiming and the White Horse.

Above He Yiming’s head, a flower of water spun rapidly, guarding him impenetrably.

All the water energy that reached his vicinity was instantly nullified.

The clam Saint Beast seemed prepared to launch another assault, but suddenly, its body began to tremble violently, especially the fleshy parts, which writhed madly as if something were ramming against them from within.

The massive shell churned violently, stirring the surrounding seawater into a murky cloud.

This situation persisted for a quarter of an hour before the giant shell slowly ceased its movements, finally becoming utterly still.

He Yiming beckoned casually, and a thread of powerful five-colored light enveloped the enormous shell.

Then, flicking the White Horse, he left a white streak on the seabed and breached the surface.