The moment those people were dumped out, the crisscrossing spiritual energy chopped them into chunks of flesh. They fell into the sea, where, just like Bai Jizi's strand of hair, they were swallowed by the slightly furrowed waves.
The flesh fell onto the sea, and the waves indeed calmed.
Wu Xiu Jia roared with laughter. "The old sea traveler's trick really works. This sea sacrifice business has its merits after all. Ha ha..."
Everyone laughed, then praised Qin Kong for making thorough preparations. Except for Xu Yi, no one felt the slightest discomfort. It was as if the people just slain as a sacrifice to the sea hadn't been human, but two-legged sheep.
These are people who've cultivated until they've lost every trace of humanity.
Xu Yi sneered inwardly and released his senses in every direction. Useful, my ass. What's coming is still coming.
"What is it, Young Master Yiling? Do you think Pavilion Master Qin did something wrong? Why are you the only one who hasn't said a word?"
Tong Xinwu sneered.
Xu Yi said, "I don't know whether I burned down your house or dug up your ancestors' graves, Brother Tong, to make you single me out like this."
Tong Xinwu's expression darkened. "You're asking for death, boy!"
"Ah!"
Xu Yi suddenly let out a strange cry, looking absurdly panicked.
Tong Xinwu stared at him, stunned. Everyone fixed their eyes on Xu Yi, and Qin Kong said coldly, "What is it now, Young Master Yiling? If you and Brother Tong want to fight, you can do it after we leave the ship."
If not for Xu Yi's earlier "animal instinct" trick, Qin Kong wouldn't even have shown him this much consideration.
To put it plainly, Qin Kong had merely done business with the Guanglong Trading Company.
A mere