Although Tie Li had not used much force in that strike, the crushing gap between the seventh and fourth levels of Qi Refinement was enough to leave Wang Mengde in a sorry state.
"Ha ha..."
At the sight, the crew members of the Black Shark Monster-Hunting Fleet erupted into waves of laughter.
"Who's this brat? He actually dared to offend our captain."
"Not sure. He's only a fourth-level Qi Refinement cultivator, anyway."
"Get lost already."
Not far away, the crew members of the Wave-Chasing Monster-Hunting Fleet also turned to watch the spectacle. Their gazes fell on Wang Mengde, filled with pity.
Buffeted by the terrifying spiritual power, Wang Mengde staggered back again and again. He quickly raised a hand, his five fingers clawing through the air.
Entwining Silk Technique.
Several transparent threads of spiritual power shot from his fingertips and instantly wrapped around a wooden post on the shore.
He yanked hard, borrowing the force to steady himself, and finally regained his footing.
A flicker of anger flashed through his eyes.
Then he forced it down.
Someone had definitely put in a word.
Someone did not want him joining a monster-hunting fleet.
Fine if they did not want him—but they had actually resorted to violence.
Though they had merely used spiritual power to slap him away, and the actual damage was slight.
The humiliation, however, was immense.
Bastard.
Wang Mengde etched Tie Li's name into his heart.
He turned and strode away.
In a few years, he would certainly buy his own second-tier monster-hunting ship and form his own monster-hunting fleet.
No—he would buy an even better monster-hunting ship and build an even stronger monster-hunting fleet.
As Wang Mengde walked, he mulled over Tie Li's words.
Tie Li had said that Qin Xiangbei did not have that much face with