With a light laugh, Lin Changqing left the treasure ship and, under everyone's astonished gazes, charged straight at the Four-Winged Demon Lion.
The sight made everyone else aboard the treasure ship shift through a range of expressions.
Some were stunned, some sneered, and some were dismissive.
"Hmph... Lin Changqing is truly courting death. Even Senior Brother Huangpu was no match for that Four-Winged Demon Lion—who does he think he is, charging up alone? Just wait and see! Let's see how he dies beneath that Four-Winged Demon Lion..."
"Don't underestimate him. This man is very strong. Back then, he even suppressed Luo Zhen. His own strength is quite formidable—we shall wait and see!"
"I don't think he's a match for the Four-Winged Demon Lion anyway. But since he wants to show off, let him go! The limelight isn't so easy to steal. One careless misstep, and he may very well lose his life in the Yellow Springs."
Inside the treasure ship, quite a few people discussed heatedly, their hearts filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Lin Changqing. Many even sneered at him in secret, wishing for the Four-Winged Demon Lion to kill him.
That was human nature—people could not bear to see others doing better than themselves.
Even Huangpu Feihong's expression changed at this moment, and he snorted coldly inwardly. He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Does he really think himself invincible, capable of dealing with that Four-Winged Demon Lion? Even I nearly fell to that beast...
Roar! Roar!
Suddenly, just as that thought arose in Huangpu Feihong's mind, the Four-Winged Demon Lion's furious roar rang out from beyond the treasure ship.
At that moment, Lin Changqing had already clashed with the Four-Winged Demon Lion.
The instant they met, they engaged in a direct, savage collision.