Good grief...
The two Sea Clan magnates both cried, "Good grief!"
They had thought that the North Nether Sea Emperor, in a moment of impulsive fury, would curse recklessly and expose the identities of their group, leading to their failure and deaths.
Who would have thought that this series of moves would actually turn the tide?
It had to be said.
The North Nether Sea Emperor truly was ruthless.
Worthy of being, like them, an existence on the level of a Sea Clan patriarch.
If ordinary Sea Clan juniors had been present, they would certainly have been doomed. Yet with just a few words, he had steadied the situation and even used the momentum to wash away his own infamous name, avoiding Mister Yi's notice.
Such wit was one in ten thousand!
Even that useless pitfall Ao Budong was nowhere near his equal!
To curse himself in front of dozens of human cultivators, he not only had to throw away his old face, but also needed vivid, emotionally charged acting!
After that outrageous performance.
Everyone could no longer tell truth from falsehood. They looked at one another without a word. Even Shi Tianchuan stood stiffly in silence, seeming to wear the expression of someone doubting his entire life.
Seeing this, the two magnates secretly transmitted their voices.
"Tut tut, worthy of the Sea Emperor. When he gets ruthless, even I feel inferior!"
"Mm, Brother Chang Kun truly is a great talent."
The weight on their hearts eased considerably, and they already had a wonderful premonition that their great undertaking was about to succeed.
While the entire hall stood frozen.
Yi Feng seemed somewhat disappointed.
"The North Nether Sea Emperor was merely all bark and no bite?"
"Then it seemed the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe did not have any formidable reinforcements