With the appearance of the Black Emperor, the docks abruptly fell silent. Even the sound of waves lapping against the shore seemed to grow cautious.
In midair, at the bow of the Black Emperor, which had just emerged from the Spirit World, a figure suddenly appeared, every detail of his appearance brimming with imposing majesty.
He wore a proportionately scaled-down spired crown and black robes edged in silver. His face had hard lines, his chin bore a short black beard, and dark red light flowed through his pitch-black eyes.
Nast, the King of the Five Seas!
Nast's gaze swept lightly across the Sea God's deck, and an indescribably powerful pressure suddenly descended.
Everyone aboard the Sea God except Cyril and Anderson involuntarily lowered their heads.
The immense pressure on their minds made them feel their bodies and Spirit Bodies trembling. They were about to prostrate themselves against their will and obey his commands.
Even Anderson's breathing grew heavier. His expression twisted as though he were gritting his teeth to hold on.
Snap!
A crisp finger snap suddenly rang out. Anderson and the others felt the pressure around them vanish. That indescribable oppressive force seemed to have been transferred elsewhere out of thin air, leaving both their bodies and spirits at ease.
Phew...
Letting out a long breath, Anderson frowned gravely at the enormous, dark sailing ship gradually descending from midair to the sea. "Has Nast set his sights on us?"
"He shouldn't have. We're neither pirates nor officials, and we don't have money or treasure. This doesn't fit the rules he's established at sea."
Cyril folded his arms across his chest. After gazing for a while at the imposing sailing ship drawing closer over the sea, he said thoughtfully,
"Perhaps something in the rumors you spread happened to interest him,