My Left Hand Holds an Underground Sewer, My Right Hand a Mermaid!

As the captain of the Iron Scale Pirates.

Black Scale Mobeni possessed at least some real skill.

Though he had been struck by sword energy and whipped, he had merely been blasted out of the cockpit. Before long, the bastard charged back in again in a fury.

"You bastards!"

He was not exactly injured, but that blow had left Mobeni in a terrible state. Even his captain's hat had flown off somewhere. He was clearly enraged now. "Since you don't know what's good for you... I'll chop every last one of you up and feed you to the fish!"

"?"

Summon Jade Emperor raised an eyebrow and lifted the inherited magic staff in her hand.

A flash of white light passed, and her summoned creatures appeared one after another: Lucas, Aosso, Platanie, Seigheart, Wosu, Myra, Eston, Gulad, Wardlos, and Hammer King Borodin...

All the summons stood guard around her, each radiating an exceptionally terrifying aura.

The little Demon World Person in the center looked like a true Queen.

"You'd better say that again."

Summon Jade Emperor stroked the magical whip in her hand without even glancing at him.

"...?"

Seeing this, Black Scale Mobeni finally realized something was wrong. A trace of unease flashed across his savage crocodile face, and his feet unconsciously took two steps back.

But that was not all.

Because Manyullyn Cleaver was unhappy too.

It gave a light tremble, and Fang Mo let go of it.

Before long, Manyullyn Cleaver flew into the air like a demon sword, emanating sharp and fierce sword intent as its tip pointed at the bewildered Mobeni.

"Survival is a gift we bestowed upon you."

Manyullyn Cleaver's previously cheeky voice became utterly calm, cold as a true weapon. "If you do not know how to cherish it, then we shall take