Having made up his mind, Xiao Hua naturally kept a close watch on Ao Jing, trying to discover where he kept the Dragon Pouch.
"Fellow immortals..." Watching dozens of Demon Race members be sliced into bare skeletons, Ao Jing's smile reappeared. He waved a hand and said, "There is one more matter I must explain to you all. Because the Dongtian River remnants attacked the vital points of the dragon ship during the fighting earlier, and even seized control of it for a time, the dragon ship has deviated from its planned route and struck an enormous reef. It cannot be started for now and must wait for the formation masters to repair it. Our return to the North Sea Dragon Palace may be delayed."
"Oh no, what should we do?" a Demon Race member cried. "If the Dragon King holds our clan accountable..."
"Hehe, no matter!" Ao Jing said with a mysterious smile. "This time, I am returning to the palace with a great merit. Moreover, we exterminated the Dongtian River remnants here. Father will surely reward me handsomely, and none of you will be reprimanded!"
"Oh, Second Prince, congratulations! Congratulations, Second Prince!" another sea clan member cried. "May we know what great merit the Second Prince has achieved, so that we might feast our eyes upon it as well?"
"Hahaha, there is no need to mention it further! Once we arrive at the Dragon Palace, you will know!" Ao Jing laughed, then added, "In any case, you have all suffered a fright. I shall have them lay out a banquet at once—first, to calm your nerves, and second, to celebrate my subordinates' victory!"
"Good..." the gathered demons shouted. "These past days, we have all been longing for Your Highness's fiery wine, and that blood food that melts in