"Get out of our territory!"
An order resounded on the surface of the sea.
On a black ship, a young man carried a sharp blade in his hand and stared harshly at the approaching yacht.
The same words as that night? Their territory?
When Wang Xian heard him, he squinted his eyes.
The seas are just part of the territory of the dragon race. It doesn't matter if it's below or above the surface!
Wang Xian's eyes shimmered.
Dreadful marine creatures were currently occupying the area below the surface of the sea. On the surface, strong and powerful ancient sects had occupied the area. The entire sea had been divided and controlled.
Wang Xian smirked. It appeared that he wouldn't be just competing against creatures below the surface of the sea, but also had to compete with ancient sects above the surface.
He wouldn't wish for someone pissing him off above his head.
