Chapter: 1788
He cursed his own foolishness for being blinded by momentary greed and stealing the Demonic Soul Blade.�
He might be paying the price for his actions now, but that didn�t mean his guilt disappeared.
�Lady Yul! I pray that you will bring back the Demonic Soul Blade!�
With a loud cry, the Third Elder of the Mara Sect voluntarily threw himself into the sea.
As soon as he fell into the cold depths of the sea, a group of sharks rushed towards him, as if they had been waiting.
�Kaaaak!�
His desperate screams echoed over the sea.
His body was torn to shreds by the shark�s large teeth and soon got devoured.�
The Third Elder�s horrifying screams made Yul Ayeon close her eyes for a moment.
Just then, Jin Yoo-gun�s sneering voice reached her ears.
�You will end up like that too, you bitch!�
�No, it will be you who will pay the price.�
Yul Ayeon opened her eyes.
Her blue eyes shimmered brightly in the darkness.
Jin Yoo-gun shouted,
�Subdue that woman!�
Boom!
Powerful vibrations resonated throughout the ship, spreading to every corner.
�It has begun.�
Pyo-wol knew what the rumbling, traveling through the soles of his feet, meant.
�What�s going on?�
�A fight.�
Every cabin doors in the ship bursted open almost simultaneously, and martial artists wearing sailor attire soon came pouring out.
Every single one of them had a fierce glint in their eyes.
In such a situation, chaos would typically ensue, but they all moved with unwavering composure. Just by observing their actions, one could tell how well-trained and disciplined they were.
The men who emerged from the cabins immediately rushed towards the source of the intense vibrations.
They surged forward like a tidal wave, yet their movements were orderly, devoid of any excitement. They all responded with such cold efficiency as if they had anticipated such an event.
Elite warriors of their caliber are not easily forged.
They would have had to navigate countless training grounds and go through numerous obstacles to reach that level of mastery.
Pyo-wol hung from the ceiling of the corridor, watching such martial artists beneath his feet. JrNovels.com
He might be paying the price for his actions now, but that didn�t mean his guilt disappeared.
�Lady Yul! I pray that you will bring back the Demonic Soul Blade!�
With a loud cry, the Third Elder of the Mara Sect voluntarily threw himself into the sea.
As soon as he fell into the cold depths of the sea, a group of sharks rushed towards him, as if they had been waiting.
�Kaaaak!�
His desperate screams echoed over the sea.
His body was torn to shreds by the shark�s large teeth and soon got devoured.�
The Third Elder�s horrifying screams made Yul Ayeon close her eyes for a moment.
Just then, Jin Yoo-gun�s sneering voice reached her ears.
�You will end up like that too, you bitch!�
�No, it will be you who will pay the price.�
Yul Ayeon opened her eyes.
Her blue eyes shimmered brightly in the darkness.
Jin Yoo-gun shouted,
�Subdue that woman!�
Boom!
Powerful vibrations resonated throughout the ship, spreading to every corner.
�It has begun.�
Pyo-wol knew what the rumbling, traveling through the soles of his feet, meant.
�What�s going on?�
�A fight.�
Every cabin doors in the ship bursted open almost simultaneously, and martial artists wearing sailor attire soon came pouring out.
Every single one of them had a fierce glint in their eyes.
In such a situation, chaos would typically ensue, but they all moved with unwavering composure. Just by observing their actions, one could tell how well-trained and disciplined they were.
The men who emerged from the cabins immediately rushed towards the source of the intense vibrations.
They surged forward like a tidal wave, yet their movements were orderly, devoid of any excitement. They all responded with such cold efficiency as if they had anticipated such an event.
Elite warriors of their caliber are not easily forged.
They would have had to navigate countless training grounds and go through numerous obstacles to reach that level of mastery.
Pyo-wol hung from the ceiling of the corridor, watching such martial artists beneath his feet. JrNovels.com
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