A Self-Recommended Grand Gift

"Quan Lei, Tushan Wenshan and his party keep stopping and dawdling along the way. Are they courting death?"

Within a water vein, more than a dozen powerful figures of the Louse Tribe stood across the current. The dense desolation aura around them shook the nearby waters into constant turmoil.

Jiang Wang's eyes brimmed with ferocity and hatred as he stared at the group on the distant bank and spoke impatiently.

During the battle two years ago, when Li Qingyun and the Merfolk had been ambushed, Jiang Wang had suffered severe injuries and his strength had fallen drastically. Over the past two years, he had relied on the Jiang Family's wealth, devouring more than a thousand human livestock of blood food and obtaining scarlet shacklestones tamed and bestowed by the Saint Venerable, before barely recovering to his former level.

His hatred for the Qingyun Domain Lord and the Merfolk Quan Lei had seeped into his very bones.

Moreover, the feud had already been forged. Whether for public or private reasons, there was no road of retreat. Only by following Saint Venerable Limò down this dark road to the bitter end and sweeping away the Eastern Desolation Domain Temple could the unease in his heart be eased.

The moment Tushan Wenshan's party had set out, the continent temple had sent Jiang Wang and the others after them.

So long as they remained within Langtian Continent, the Saint Venerable was an omniscient existence!

"Patriarch Jiang, calm yourself. Why get angry with a pack of dying men? Once they reach the river mouth, their time of death will have arrived..."

Another middle-aged expert, whose aura was especially formidable and who could stand toe-to-toe with Jiang Wang, said casually, "When the time comes, we will attack from both front and rear at the river mouth.