Wang Youer smiled with satisfaction.
This pampered young master finally experienced a moment of enlightenment.
It was indeed a wise decision for the General Tower Lord to send him to Qinghai for training.
While they were talking, the slaughter on Viper One had already ended.
Aside from the One-Eyed Dragon, there were no survivors.
Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed along the deck, resembling an Asura hell, shocking and horrifying!
"They're all dead..."
"What on earth happened?"
"Is there a ghost?"
Seeing all his living companions fallen to the ground, the One-Eyed Dragon muttered to himself, full of terror.
"I told you, don't mess with me!"
Suddenly.
A cold and chilling voice entered his ears.
"Wang Zicheng!"
"How is this possible?"
"When did he come aboard?"
"Where is he now?"
The One-Eyed Dragon shuddered, hurriedly scanning around, but apart from the ground full of corpses, no one was in sight.
