Murderous intent surged, brutal as a tide.
Even though the Marquess of West Berlin had already gotten control, the people of Xilongde still felt their hearts palpitate.
Many with keen senses even looked up.
But...
There was nothing there!
Only dark clouds!
Looking at the heavy clouds and feeling the oppressive burden of the impending storm, those with keen senses wiped off the fine beads of sweat that had appeared on their foreheads without their knowledge.
"Such terrifying clouds!"
"There's bound to be heavy rain soon!"
Many people said this.
More sped up their return ho.
Passengers who had just boarded the 'Oriental' at Xilongde's port had no choice but to return disappointed.
One couldn't roam about leisurely in a downpour.
And Old Barry, who was dragging Albert to go to the club, was also helplessly resigned.
"Perhaps this is destiny!
Your god of love wants you to wait for your true love!"
Old Barry sighed.
Albert, the First Mate, however, breathed a sigh of relief.
He really didn't want to go to that kind of place; if it wasn't for Old Barry pulling rank as captain, he certainly would not have left the 'Oriental'.
Now he had finally dodged a bullet!
The relieved young First Mate lifted his head to look at the 'Oriental,' where he served.
Then, to his surprise, he found that the Chief Sailor, for so reason, was already standing at the bow, gazing up at the sky.
"Sailor Chief John?"
The young First Mate jumped onto the deck and approached the bow to ask.
Albert's tone was respectful, his body even leaning slightly forward.
Despite Captain Barry not explicitly stating it, Albert, who ca from a common background and was chosen at his age to be the First Mate of the 'Oriental,' was definitely no fool. The subtle details were enough to let him sense that the identity of this Sailor Chief was extrely special.
Therefore, the young First Mate maintained the proper respect.
Old John glanced at Albert beside him and said in an understated tone—
"It's raining. Ti to bring in the clothes!"
Saying this, he headed to the cabin.
Albert scratched his head, sowhat puzzled.
Old Barry, on the other hand, put an arm around the shoulder of his successor.
"He is different from us.
Let's go, I'll buy you a drink.
I've got a bottle of good liquor hidden under my bed."
Old Barry said and walked with Albert toward his own cabin.
As soone called in by Marinda, Old Barry had naturally co into contact with the Mystic Side and knew a thing or two about Old John's identity, and these were all things he must teach Albert.
And now?
It was the perfect ti.
Mulling over the words he'd speak shortly, Old Barry couldn't help but glance back.
There, Old John was walking unhurriedly.
'Such an important person!
Truly different!'
Old Barry mused.
However, what Old Barry couldn't see was that Old John's forehead and face were covered with sweat, and the hand hidden in his sleeve was shaking involuntarily.
By the ti he stepped into his cabin, the veteran pirate collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself—
"Is this, is this the true power of the South Los 'Spirit dium'?
It's terrifying!
I thought I encountered 'Death'!"
Old John breathed heavily.
Recalling the mont the murderous aura had plumted from the sky, the old pirate's heart kept thumping non-stop.
Even though the murderous intent wasn't directed at the 'Oriental,' the veteran pirate was still fully on guard, his Spirituality telling him that if he didn't want to die, he'd best not provoke the one in the sky.
If it were a normal day, the old pirate would have run away by now.
But at this mont, with the contract upon him, the old pirate couldn't run!
The old pirate could only gaze eagerly towards the top deck of the 'Oriental'.
There, Arthur, who had been lounging in a chair, yawned, pushed the Pendragon cuddling in his arms aside, and sat up.
Then—
He took a step out!
His figure soared!
Death Qi burst forth!
Dark clouds churned!
In the old pirate's view, it was as if he saw a legend descend, a god or devil shedding its human disguise to return to the Divine Kingdom in its true form.
The oppressive might of that Aura of Death made the old pirate think, for a mont, that he saw the Grim Reaper descending to Earth, returning to The Eternal Resting Land.
It wasn't that the old pirate lacked experience.
In fact, people as well-versed as the old pirate numbered less than 30 in South County.
The Aura of Death was simply too astonishing!
The old pirate had experienced the Aura of Death more than once.
Or rather, as a pirate, the Aura of Death was a frequent sensation for him, as common as a al at ho.
But,
Whose al was not served in a bowl, but described as a 'sea'?
In that mont, the old pirate almost knelt down.
He subconsciously thought his end was nigh, and Death had co to claim him.
Even though he knew that the figure had ascended to the sky, it was all the sa.
The old pirate was frightened.
Arthur himself was also sowhat startled.
Arthur had a rough guess about what would happen after he released half of the 90,000 units of Death Qi he had absorbed recently, thanks to previous experiences.
But he hadn't expected it to be so dramatic.
The intangible Death Qi actually turned from grey to black.
'Gusts of cold wind, roiling dark clouds—it feels like so evil great demon has set out on a journey!' Arthur thought to himself.
On the surface, however, Arthur remained composed as he walked through the air.
Using the "Silent Successive Steps" as his technique, he stepped on the "Hands of Void" that constantly exchanged places moving forward—six "Hands of Void" interchanging, forming a seemingly endless staircase for Arthur to advance.
Before Arthur stood Deljo Otto von Seberlin, whose face took on a look of solemnity.
This middle-aged man dressed in black trousers and a lace-trimd shirt had neatly trimd brown hair and a beard that connected across his lips and chin. His erald eyes showed surprise and scrutiny.
This master of West Berlin was facing soone with such a towering Aura of Death for the first ti.
'The one who just stopped the "Blood Descendant", is that South Los's "Spirit dium"?
Previous information indicated that the two had a cooperative relationship.
According to analysis by so strategists, their collaboration wasn't just a one-ti thing.
The generosity of that "Blood Descendant" towards the "Mystic Side Items" just now...
Did they join forces to unearth the "Blood Marquis's" legacy?
Was it a part?
Or all of it?'
Just as Arthur had anticipated, the Marquess of Seberlin couldn't help but speculate.
And Arthur approached casually, as if taking a walk.
When he was less than 10 ters away, Arthur finally spoke with a smile.
"Good evening, Marquess of Seberlin."
This informal manner of address, without any honorifics, imdiately filled the master of Seberlin with displeasure.
The murderous intent gathered to counter the Death Qi burst forth once again.
Boom!
Like thunder.
The murderous intent surged.
But to Arthur, it was like a gentle breeze. He sensed the vast murderous intent, his lips curled into a slight smile, and he softly said—
"If you don't understand a greeting, then I should ntion that I also possess so skill in swordsmanship."
As his words fell, sharpness erged.
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