King Wuping looked at the two low‑rank sailors who were clearly traumatized, cursed, "Useless trash, get out."
Hearing that, the two sailors scrambled out, rolling and crawling, not even daring to look back once.
The surrounding sailors also clammed up in fear. King Wuping squatted down then, carefully examining the Holy Envoy's torn body on the ship. His gaze gradually sharpened—looked like they'd just run into a life‑and‑death crisis.
Muttering a line to himself, King Wuping stood and said, "Pack the corpse up."
With that, King Wuping said nothing more and directly left.
Watching King Wuping leave, the men under him started whispering among themselves. A living, breathing man—how could he be ripped into two halves out of nowhere?
