The entire Mystic Continent Forces were in low spirits.
No, not all of them. Only the elite Mystic Continent Forces allied with Mulan Qingqing were despondent, their spirits sunk low.
The wave ahead of them, that motley rabble, wore smug, swaggering expressions. Every so often, they glanced back at the elites queuing behind them, many secretly stifling laughter.
Once upon a time, when would they ever have dared cut in front of those elites? They had always taken their places at the back without being told.
Now, the elites had actually lost that air of being entitled to lead the way and were obediently queuing behind their backsides.
Although Mulan Qingqing stood near the front of her own group, she was still behind them. Even Mulan Qingqing was obediently lining up behind their backsides! How could words possibly describe that satisfaction?
The motley rabble swaggered, and swaggered some more.
Beyond that, they dared not go too far.
Chu Jingtang and the others, who had their iron chains cut first, immediately looked around for Wang Sheng and his companions. After several sweeps without spotting them, they instead saw Lao Changhai of the Purple Cloud Sect and the others who had boarded the same pirate ship and returned ahead of them.
The people from those six sects were waiting here for them. Seeing them return, they immediately crowded over to greet them.
Seeing the rabble swaggering while Mulan Qingqing and the others behind them looked like frost-wilted eggplants, Lao Changhai gestured with his lips and asked quietly, "What happened?"
"What else? They got the worst of it. Wang Sheng-our Chief-really did a number on them..." In a low voice, Chu Jingtang gave a rough account of the wagered duel.
Lao Changhai and the others were both delighted and shocked. They had never