Indeed!
Afraid of what, that's what comes!
What the North Sea King feared most finally happened.
The West Sea divine figures, utterly disregarding the face of both sides, brazenly made such a high-profile move, allowing the Arhat of Homicide to appear in everyone's view.
The reason was nothing else.
The West Sea wanted to use this opportunity to intimidate those from sects and the underworld.
"Arhat of Homicide!" Everton Davenport stood up, striding over: "Today is the royal ceremony for my future son-in-law to be enthroned!"
"I am aware," the Arhat of Homicide said with a smile and a nod: "I am here, precisely to bring salvation to the North Sea Prince and guide him to ultimate bliss."
"The one standing above is the North Sea King of the South!"
Everton Davenport pointed at Julius Reed: "If you kill him, where will the North Sea's dignity lie?"
