Shi Hao and Huo Ling'er Encounter the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King-Is a Mere Million-Year Soul Beast Really So Arrogant?

Qingyi still did not make a move. She simply stood not far behind Shi Hao, her white dress fluttering. The pirates did not dare approach her at all. Any pirate foolish enough to try to bypass Shi Hao and attack her would be instantly blasted away by an invisible force, coughing blood as they crashed to the ground with severe injuries. Her face remained cool and aloof, but her eyes were filled with trust in Shi Hao. She knew these minor thugs posed no threat to him whatsoever.

The passengers on the ship fled in terror, scrambling into the cabins and only daring to peek at the brutal battle outside through the cracks in the doors. In just a few breaths, the entire deck had become a river of blood, severed limbs scattered everywhere as the air filled with a thick stench of blood.

Watching his men fall one after another, the captain's heart turned cold. He finally realized that he had kicked an iron plate this time. The youth before him was far stronger than he had imagined, practically a demon god.

Yet the pain of losing his son and his despairing rage had already driven him mad. He let out a mournful cry, and a hint of madness flashed through his eyes.

"Since you want my life, then I'll drag you down to hell with me!" the captain roared, his martial soul's Soul Power reaching its peak at that instant. His half-human, half-shark body suddenly swelled. Though he did not reach his previous height of seven meters, he was still far larger than an ordinary person, his muscles bulging and veins protruding.

He knew he was no match for Shi Hao, but he still had one final trump card. He spun around and charged into the control room,