The next day, at the first light of dawn, with a thin mist still drifting over the sea, Shen Lian and the others boarded the Soul Guidance Warship and headed toward the island where Sea Dragon had entrenched himself.
The warship cut through the morning fog, leaving a clear trail across the surface. Zhu Zhuqing stood by the railing, her fingertips brushing its cold edge as she said quietly:
"Sea Dragon has made Sea Tiger wary for so long. He can't be easy to deal with."
Leaning against the mast, Shen Lian idly spun the sheath of the Dragon-Slaying Blade around his fingers and said calmly:
"No matter how troublesome he is, he's only a level ninety-nine Title Douluo."
As they spoke, a black island emerged on the distant horizon—its jagged rocks were dotted with several crude stone houses, while a few battered Pirate Ships lay moored along the shore. It was Sea Dragon's lair.
The moment the Soul Guidance Warship came within a hundred zhang of the island, a vast wave of Soul Power surged from it.
A figure shot up from the waves and landed on the sea before Shen Lian and the others. He was even more burly than Sea Tiger, draped in a cloak sewn from sea beast hides. A scar ran from the corner of his eye to his jaw, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. It was Sea Dragon.
Two others followed behind him. One held a Trident, while the other gripped a broad-backed saber. Their Soul Power fluctuations were equally formidable.
Sea Dragon's gaze swept across Shen Lian's group. When it fell upon Shen Lian and Snow Empress, his pupils abruptly contracted—their auras were actually stronger than his!
Sea Dragon did not dare lower his guard and demanded in a