"Soul Emperor? A Soul Emperor wasn't worth a damn."
Haider swept a disdainful gaze over them and asked, "Do you know how strong that young man is?"
"How strong? Could he be a Soul Saint?"
The pirates could not help guessing.
That was already the limit of their imagination.
No.
To be precise, it had already exceeded their imagination.
"A Soul Saint? That wouldn't be enough."
Haider shook his head and stopped keeping them in suspense. "By my estimation, that young man could very well be a Soul Douluo."
"What the hell?"
"A Soul Douluo!"
"How old is that brat? And you're telling me he's a Soul Douluo!"
They sucked in sharp breaths.
They needed few words to convey the shock in their hearts.
In fact, the same thought rose in all their minds.
He defied the heavens!
Yes, he truly defied the heavens.
They had roamed the seas for so many years, yet even Sea God Island, the sacred land revered by countless Sea Soul Masters and islanders, had never produced such a legend.
"Captain, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"
Still, someone refused to accept it.
"What else can we do?"
Haider snorted irritably. "We can't count on the Captain or our brothers in the crew anymore. We've swallowed the poison, and our lives are in that young man's hands. Rather than hoping someone will rescue us, we'd be better off figuring out how to keep them comfortable and waiting for them to show us mercy and let us go."
"Well..."
Everyone instantly fell silent.
Without question, Haider's words had plunged them into utter despair.
"Also, change our course first. Keep us as far from our base as possible."
Suddenly remembering another important matter, Haider gave the order in a low voice.
"Why?"