Lord Fu and these Eternal Clan patrol guards treated the so-called Nine-Ring Wuze mutilated-palm pollution as if it were a fierce tiger, their expressions filled with dread and terror.
"As expected of backbone Zhong Xuanfeng! To hold that Wuze pollutant like this without changing expression!" Many Eternal guards held a few more shades of respect for Zhong Xuanfeng.
"Lord Fu and everyone else, do you still wish to board the ship to search?"
Zhong Xuanfeng's expression was slightly pale, and he docilely put away the severed palm, smiling faintly as he made a gesture of invitation.
"No need, no need!" Lord Fu immediately shook his head, refusing quite decisively. "Regardless of whether Lord Zhong obliterated or severely injured that Nine-Ring Sorcerer, it is undoubtedly a great achievement for the Eternal Myriad Universes, and there is no question regarding your loyalty."
"Farewell!"
Lord Fu cupped his fists, then hastily left with his subordinates as if dodging a plague god.
Zhong Xuanfeng stood resolutely at the bow, the Great Dao Qi Flow continuously rising from his body. After a long moment, he let out a light breath, expelling a mouthful of icy blood-sludge.
If one looked closely, that ice-sludge was not simply the coldness of laws, but rather a mass composed of numerous eerie, slender ice-worms, except that the ice-worms were already dead.
Even though the ice-worms were dead, Zhong Xuanfeng still cautiously cast divine fire to completely incinerate the icy blood-sludge.
"Fortunately, this old fellow prepared this backup plan, otherwise this time would have been somewhat difficult..." He muttered to himself, waving casually at Li Qingyun and the others by the ship's rail.
The meaning was self-evident: it was all clear!
Li Qingyun, Ye Chenji, Gao Bian, and the others were all still somewhat stunned in place.
Just as that so-called