"Move it. Stop dragging your feet."
Bound tightly from head to toe, with several rifle muzzles pointed at him, the pirate Old Ding, his face bruised and swollen, walked onto the deck.
When he reached the deck, he immediately saw the firelight. He hurriedly looked over and was stunned.
It turned out that their rendezvous ship had been broken into two pieces. Flames and thick smoke billowed from its hull as it slowly sank.
It was over!
Old Ding's heart sank into despair.
He knew he was the only survivor.
Everyone else had been wiped out.
The Kunlun Fleet was terrifyingly powerful!
Old Ding was shoved again. He had yet to reach the Profound Comprehension Realm, and the Essence Energy Suppression Device around his neck had reduced him to an ordinary person, leaving him powerless to resist.
He was taken to a room in the cabin.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw a burly middle-aged man. The man had a face full of flesh and a ferocious appearance, making Old Ding's heart tremble.
Yet this man, who looked like a ferocious deity, was standing obediently.
Only one person was seated in the room.
The other party wore a wooden Nuoxi Opera Mask, revealing only a pair of pale-red eyes.
Judging from those eyes, the other party should be very young.
Just as Old Ding was sizing him up, the other party spoke. "Name?"
Looking around, Old Ding did not think he could escape, so he could only say, "Ding Yang."
At that moment, a speck of golden light lit up between the other party's pale-red eyes. Old Ding immediately felt as if he had been seen through.
After opening his Divine Treasure, Luo Yan stared at the man before him.
"Tell me where you came from."
Luo