"What?"
The Prevailing Wind Pavilion's holy son was stunned. He couldn't believe what he had heard. His harsh questioning could scare most people away. After all, the Prevailing Wind Pavilion was one of the overlords of the South Continent. Nobody dared to offend them casually.
However, Xu Que even didn't look at him seriously; he just replied with three words: "I don't know." Then, he ordered the submarines to attack.
Simple, rude, straightforward, and neat!
Not only did the members of the Prevailing Wind Pavilion not have time to react, but the rest of the cultivators were also dumbfounded.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dull sounds came from the Upflowing Sea again. The ripples on the water suggested several torpedoes were rushing toward the Prevailing Wind Pavilion's ship. Their holy son changed his facial expression abruptly and shouted, "Stop!"
