Chu Qing stood at the prow.
The wind grew colder. The hand gripping his spear was so steady that not the slightest ripple stirred.
The void returned to dead silence.
The viscous Gray Fog slowly settled around the black ship. The Lingering Power left behind by that giant eye that had blotted out the sky still made the air on deck feel frozen solid.
The otherworldly Heavenly Prides who had been sprawled on the ground were now shakily climbing to their feet.
Their movements were slow, their fingertips scraping against the bone deck with piercing friction. Whenever their gazes inadvertently swept over the barefoot figure at the prow, their shoulders would tremble violently beyond their control. Then they swiftly lowered their heads, their Adam's apples bobbing with difficulty.
Chu Qing did not turn around.
His fingertips brushed over a smear of black pus left on the Overlord Spear. The pus instantly vaporized in the violet flames at his fingertips, letting out a faint shriek born of terror.
Only when they were about to die would these so-called "divine sons" realize that rules and dignity were thinner than paper.
Thud.
The heavy impact rang especially harshly across the deathly silent deck.
Ye Wushuang knelt. This genius of the White Jade Capital now had disheveled hair, his moon-white robe mottled with black blood. His forehead struck the deck heavily, and his knuckles had turned bluish-purple from congestion caused by excessive force.
"White Jade Capital... sinner Ye Wushuang."
He raised his head. There was no focus in his pupils, only the muddled haze of one who had survived a calamity. He pulled an ancient scroll from his robes, made from some unknown gods-and-devils hide, and raised it above his head with both hands.
"This is the Forbidden Sword Diagram. It contains thirty thousand