There were still five Holy Envoys over there, while Huang Xiao's side had eight people.
Although Tan Ming, Li Bai, and Baili Zhen were slightly weaker, Huang Xiao, Huo Lian, Wu Xuancang, Leng Guhan, and Zuo Qiu Shu alone were enough to deal with the five opponents.
Huo Lian's opponent had underestimated him far too much.
Who could have imagined that Xu Diao's subordinate would possess such strength?
"Who is he? Which faction's 'Holy Envoy' is he?"
The people over there naturally noticed immediately when this "Holy Envoy" died.
In their eyes, Huo Lian must also have been some faction's "Holy Envoy"; they simply did not recognize him.
Since this man had appeared aboard Xu Diao's ship, his own ship had probably been destroyed within the formation, leaving him to stay on Xu Diao's.
But what happened next shocked them beyond measure.
Every one of the remaining people charging toward them was formidable, and three in particular directly overpowered the "Holy Envoys" on their side.
Didn't that mean Xu Diao's ship had gained four "Holy Envoys" at once, none of whom they recognized?
On top of that, the other three were no weaklings either, merely somewhat weaker than "Holy Envoys."
Those three could practically sweep through all their subordinates.
Damn it. Regret filled their hearts.
Had they known Xu Diao had four more "Holy Envoys" on his side, they would never have been so careless.
Now one of their own had died first, and even with five against five, they were completely at a disadvantage.
"Lord He, are my eyes playing tricks on me?" a sailor asked He Ya beside him in disbelief, rubbing his eyes.
He Ya wore much the same expression as everyone else, unable to believe it.
He knew these people were strong, stronger than he was.