Hou Niao stood suspended in the air, hands behind his back as he faced the wind. His bearing left everyone present feeling inferior. The Wind-Chasing Pirates Group suddenly discovered that their expectations had gone awry. If the fighting continued like this, this pirate chief's name would become known throughout the Lizhi Sea.
He disdained all the assembled heroes. Who dared lightly challenge his edge?
The Dugu Sisters mingled among the Canghai Pirates Group. The wind blew, flags fluttered, and swords and law artifacts hung at their waists. That surge of heroic ambition stirred even the hearts of women like them, who had long remained in the rear.
This was a cultivator's true life, far better than scraping out an existence in great cities and lofty mansions for a few resources or a little guidance. It was also why they could only run everywhere begging for help whenever trouble arose, while some people could summon a hundred responses with a single call and make wind and clouds change color.
The gap had actually existed ever since Yinling. Laughably, they had remained oblivious, fretting every day over which family had produced a genius and whose son had tremendous potential.
But could ordinary people walk the road Senior Brother Hou had taken? Most people merely clung to a fine steed's tail, and now they probably no longer even qualified to do that.
How many years had it been?
"He's already defeated seven opponents! His law power must be... Senior Brother Zhang, can't another of our fellow disciples take over for him?"
Xiao Qiang was very worried. In fact, she was not the only one; all the Canghai Pirates were worried.
Zhang Bigmouth sighed again. "I've contacted Junior Brother through divine sense several times already, but he has his own ideas... You two don't