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Chapter 137 Schemes

"Damn it! How could a blind man suddenly appear out of nowhere!"

The priest punched the wall, smashing a large hole in it.

His knuckles ached from the impact, but he was oblivious, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

Speaking of which, this wall was smashed by the captain last time, and after it was repaired, it was smashed by the priest.

The three of them gathered again at the hidden altar, the candlelight flickering, casting shadows on their faces.

The original plan was flawless.

By having the South China Sea Dragon King's sea guards create chaos on the ship, Qi Fei will be too preoccupied to care for the Celestial Venerable. They can then seize the opportunity to rescue the Celestial Venerable without anyone noticing.

Everything should have gone smoothly.

But who could have imagined that a blind man would suddenly appear out of nowhere?

And he's an ridiculously strong blind man!

The blind man cleanly and efficiently slaughtered the Dragon King's sea guards like killing chickens, leaving countless sea guards with blood and flesh torn to shreds, not even a complete corpse was left.

As for that Tiger Guard, I don't know if he escaped, but he's probably dead.

After the killing, he dusted off his clothes, which were covered in non-existent dust, and casually said, "Set sail!"

What's even more infuriating is that, in order to make everyone on the ship obey his orders, the blind man left an invisible sword aura in the chest cavity of each person.

The priests could clearly feel a sword aura hovering above their heart meridian, ready to take their lives at any moment.

They were not afraid of death.

What I fear is that I won't be able to rescue the Heavenly Venerable.

The captain stood silently to the side, his face grim, his brows furrowed in a deep knot.

After what just happened, they've already exposed too much. The fact that they all hid and didn't show themselves when the sea guards attacked doesn't make them seem like proper captains and crew.

A proper captain, upon seeing the sea guards attacking, would first react by organizing resistance, not cowering in a corner trembling.

"We don't have many trump cards left, but we don't have any enemies either," the captain finally spoke. "Just a blind man."

Surely there isn't another blind person on board?

He himself wasn't entirely confident in his words, but at the moment, this was probably the only piece of good news amidst all the bad news.

At this moment, the first mate, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "I feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" The priest turned his head and looked at him sharply.

The first mate carefully considered his words, speaking cautiously, especially in front of the captain: "He discovered the poisoning plot, and he seemed to have anticipated the naval attack—could someone have—leaked the information?"

The altar fell silent.

The captain and the priest exchanged a glance, and in that instant their eyes met, they both saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.

Looking back, it's clear that Qi Fei had anticipated the scene where he had the Celestial Venerable taste the wine.

How could he know that the wine was poisoned this time, after drinking it so many times?

Unless someone told him in advance.

Who will tell him?

The captain took a deep breath, the hesitation in his eyes gradually replaced by ruthlessness: "It seems the enemy is more cunning than we imagined. They actually managed to bribe the people on board."

He hesitated for a moment, then his voice turned cold: "I will deal with everyone who handled or knew about the poisoned wine."

Among those people were some of his confidants who had followed him for many years.

But now that there is suspicion, we should rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

"Well, that's all we can do for now." The priest nodded. "However, the Dragon King won't let this go easily."

"Let's wait and see how things unfold, and act accordingly!"

He was a man who made his living at sea, and he knew better than anyone what the words "Dragon King" meant. And it was precisely because he knew this that he understood even more clearly that the Dragon King was never a generous figure!

Just as the priest had predicted, in the Dragon Palace deep in the South China Sea, the Dragon King had already listened to his subordinates' report.

He was neither angry nor furious.

His scaly face showed no emotion, only a pair of vertical pupils coldly staring ahead.

At this moment, he possessed only absolute rationality. His emotions were completely suppressed, leaving only a calm, almost ruthless calculation.

First, there's the most useless of the Seven Sea Guardians.

Those small fry can only show off in front of ordinary people and low-level cultivators. When they encounter a true cultivator, they are just a piece of meat on a chopping board, not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

As for the Tiger Guards—

The Dragon Guard, Tiger Guard, and Snake Guard are the most elite forces under the Dragon King.

Even for him, it would be difficult to find such a huge and ferocious giant sea monster in the ocean to serve as the three guards.

Especially for a massive sea monster like the Tiger Guard, it takes hundreds of years to grow up, let alone subdue it.

Although the Tiger Guard is no match for a true cultivator, its value has never lay in fighting alone, but in the majesty of the Dragon King itself.

The Dragon King's majesty needs to be displayed by his subordinates, not by the Dragon King himself.

However, the Tiger Guards always have substitutes. If one dies, it can be replaced from the reserves.

The loss was painful, but not fatal.

The true target of this operation was the suspected "evil corpse" on the ship. His sea guards, however, were wiped out by the swordsmen of the Great hope Sword Sect before they even caught a glimpse of their target.

After searching for a long time, the suspected target remained a suspected target, without any definite information.

Finally, there was the true opponent in this operation: the true cultivator from the Great hope Sword Sect.

The Dragon King silently calculated in his mind that the other party should be at most a cultivator at the Three Pure Realms.

How terrifying are Golden Core cultivators? If the other party were a Golden Core cultivator, they would have already flown into the sky and disappeared into the earth. Why would they need to leisurely travel by boat?

Cultivators of the Three Pure Realms, huh?

The Dragon King calculated in his mind. He could defeat him.

He possessed the body of a dragon, making his physical strength several times greater than that of human cultivators, and his magical power was also far more profound. Furthermore, the ocean was his home turf, where his power flowed freely, while his opponent was fighting on foreign soil, constantly at a disadvantage.

All things considered, he has at least a 90% chance of winning.

Ninety percent is enough.

Perfect timing! Crush that cultivator from the Great hope Sword Sect, find the suspected "evil corpse" on the ship, and finally devour most of the people on board to establish our authority.

This time, we've completely recovered from the failure.

The Dragon King's majesty must be repaired with blood.

Only by making more people fear and worship him can he gain more power and better control the entire ocean.

This isn't about saving face. It's about the interests he calculated step by step from a rational standpoint.

After careful consideration, the Dragon King felt that this deal was very worthwhile and aligned with his short-term and long-term interests.

Then he stood up, his massive body stirring up the seawater of the entire Dragon Palace, emitting a majestic and deep sound, like muffled thunder in the deep sea!

"Follow me into battle and utterly crush the sword cultivators!"

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