He was a Martial Sect, and moreover, one that corresponded to an Eighth Tier Martial Sect.
This completely severed any thoughts the others might have had of putting up a fight.
Never mind an Eighth Tier Martial Sect, they reckoned even if it were an Eighth Tier martial master, they'd only end up being eaten alive. This was in the middle of the lake, after all. How much combat power could one exert in the water?
Aside from Chu Hao and the other ten guards, the salvagers were merely Martial Disciples, each of varying strength. At that moment, they were all screaming in terror, trying to escape. Splash splash splash, after all, their livelihood depended on this line of work, and they were excellent swimmers. Kicking up sprays of water with their feet, they quickly swam a great distance away.
"To the island." The guards like Chu Hao were much calmer by comparison. After all, reaching the martial master tier meant they had seen and experienced much more than the average person.
