"Boy, if you're wise, surrender obediently. Otherwise, once I capture you, I'll kill everyone on this ship."
Wan Donglai, gripping his knuckles, simply regarded Shi Xiaole as a prey that can be bullied at will.
The opponent, relying on a lower quality spiritual sword, had barely defeated Zhuo Yang, who was in the sixth level of the Spiritual-Passage Realm. Half a year has passed, and his strength is almost on par with the peak of Spiritual-Passage Realm seventh level. I could easily defeat him.
"If I surrender, will you spare them?"
Asked Shi Xiaole.
Wan Donglai laughed, "The men will be sent to mine ores, and the women will all be used to warm my bed. Heh, don't blame me for being ruthless. At least they can keep their lives."
"Bastard!"
The crowd began to curse. How much better is such a fate than death?
