The death of Okello Yarrow was a colossal blow to the sect members.
Although many had come to The North Sea for the meeting, when it came to sect backgrounds, none could surpass Mount Shu.
Mount Shu boasted a thousand-year heritage with countless experts within its ranks!
There was a time.
Even the sweeping servants of Mount Shu could become martial world kings.
But now, a North Sea prince consort actually crushed Okello Yarrow's head with a single stomp...
It clearly showed a complete disregard for Mount Shu.
What then, would the fate of others be?
"No... there's no need for this."
Everton Davenport's right hand was on his forehead, feeling somewhat dizzy.
Mount Shu...
Wave after wave of troubles.
The West Sea affairs hadn't been settled yet.
And now, The North Sea had incurred the wrath of Mount Shu.
"North Sea King, you dare to kill Mount Shu elder Okello Yarrow!"