Kings' Melee

Above the Heavenly River, the Previous Sea God struck out in a fury, gripping his disciple by the throat as if he meant to kill him.

It had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly.

On both banks of the Heavenly River, every living being—whether from the Immortal Realm or the God Realm—stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock. No one understood what was going on.

How had the two Sea Gods suddenly turned against each other? They had been perfectly fine just moments ago.

The Previous Sea God had rescued the Sea God from the Hall Master of Martial Virtue. Yet now he was trying to kill him. It was bizarre and inexplicable.

"Are you two idiots? You say you're going to fight, but don't, and now you've started fighting each other instead."

The Hall Master of Martial Virtue's face was full of exasperation. The last time he had been this exasperated was the last time.

They had said they would teach him a lesson, but before long, the master and disciple had started fighting each other instead. No one could make sense of it or figure out what they were thinking.

"Could it be that the handsome kid stole the Sea God's divine artifact? And the Previous Sea God found out and lost it?" The Hall Master of Martial Virtue connected it to what had happened earlier and made a guess.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. In the end, he was sure that had to be it.

Otherwise, the Previous Sea God would never have flown into a rage in front of everyone, disregarding his status to attack his own disciple—even trying to kill him.

"What sort of trick did that handsome kid use? Back in the lower realm, he could steal Dezi; now