The three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Wu, accompanied by Qingxue, arrived at the bow of the Spirit-Catching Ship. Here, the Cricket Dragon had already adjusted the Three Calamities Long Sails, forming a space with a radius of five hundred miles, and the upper part was accessible, allowing one to jump off the Spirit-Catching Ship to fight at any time.
Five hundred and sixty Taiyi cultivators from the Frost Domain had basically all gathered, causing a commotion as they were otherwise bored.
Moreover, this competition was surprisingly for the position of an away Sub-Pavilion Master.
Since when could the Frost Monarch's words be disregarded?
However, everyone saw the Frost Monarch sitting there, face pale, aura sharp, clearly warning strangers to stay away, and they understood. The fiercer one's outward demeanor, the more it hinted at a guilty conscience.
Her injuries had never healed.
