When Shui Qinglan saw Li Yun so cleanly and decisively bring all of Gusha Immortal Sovereign's subordinates under control, his heart lurched in alarm.
He was no fool.
North Sea Battle Heaven Island was no minor force, not the least bit inferior to Seven Sins Island.
If word got out that Gusha Immortal Sovereign had been killed before so many witnesses, Li Yun would surely be hunted down by North Sea Battle Heaven Island. From Li Yun's standpoint, then, he certainly would not leave even the slightest possibility of information leaking out.
Now that Gusha Immortal Sovereign's subordinates had been controlled, wouldn't they be next?
What was he supposed to do now?
Use Seven Sins Island's reputation to intimidate Li Yun again?
What a joke.
Gusha Immortal Sovereign, the last one who had entertained such thoughts, had not even managed to preserve his Immortal Soul. Li Yun had already made his stance clear through his methods—whether it was Seven Sins Island or North Sea Battle Heaven Island, if they forced his hand, he would show no mercy.
And it seemed Li Yun did not even need to do much himself.
He only needed to kill Shui Qinglan.
Once Shui Qinglan was dead, wouldn't his remaining subordinates, bereft of their backbone, be at Li Yun's mercy to knead and shape as he pleased?
At that thought, Shui Qinglan was no longer merely trembling with fear. His heart was tangled with conflict.
Just then, Li Daoran outside seemed to have heard the commotion and hurried over with his people.
The instant Shui Qinglan saw Li Daoran appear, his pupils contracted.
Another Immortal Sovereign?
Could there be a chance for them to join forces?
However, before Shui Qinglan could turn the thought over in his mind, Li Daoran had already flashed to Li