The sea wind swept a scorched sulfurous stench down Zhu Qi's throat. His knuckles whitened around his gilded pudao, and the evil-warding talisman seals carved into its hilt were already soaked with cold sweat.
The deck still rocked. The three streaks of escaping light in the distance had long since vanished from sight, but the seawater boiling for miles around and the scattered skeletal remains still proclaimed the might of Golden Core.
"I-Island Lord, can the Third Elder win? When will he return?" Zhu Qi's throat bobbed as he stared fixedly at the boiling sea around them.
His face twisted slightly with tension. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, slid along his cheeks, and dripped onto the deck.
From wanting to prove himself, to wanting to die, to finding life in a hopeless situation, to utter shock.
The upheavals of this day had been far too harrowing, far beyond everything he had experienced in the past ten years.
Three Golden Core-level beings had actually fought right before his eyes, and he was somehow still alive!
Mo Huaian forced himself to appear calm, but the faint trembling of his hands behind his back betrayed his profound unease.
His gaze flickered uncertainly. Only after a long while did he squeeze out, "The Third Elder... naturally has a chance of winning."
Though his words sounded assured, inwardly he was panicking to death. He cursed Xin Bairen incessantly in his heart.
What the hell is that old fox playing at? How did two Golden Core Realm enemies appear? If a powerhouse like the Third Elder, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, weren't here, everyone aboard this boat would probably have died here today.
*Even if an elder at the Golden Core Early Stage had come, he might have