"You're so bad!"
Hua Wuyan giggled at Tang Yi, then said with full adoration, "But I like it!"
Boom!
At that moment, the Dragon Boat was slowly approaching Tang Yi and his company. Tang Yi, standing on the Nether Spring and holding Hua Wuyan, quickly retreated.
On the other side, with the Thousand Coffin Ship destroyed, Pu Du and Jiang Zichuan were forced to barely cling to a coffin board, watching as the Dragon Boat drew ever closer to them.
"Damn it!"
Pu Du's complexion changed instantly, and looking at Tang Yi, who had been pushed aside, he felt a tingling hate in his teeth.
"Tang Yi, do you really think that by using us as scapegoats, you can escape unharmed?"
"Tang Yi, I am the Buddha's Disciple of Wanfo Temple, the young Sect Master of Ghost King Sect, if I die, even if you escape the Peaceful Realms, Wanfo Temple and Ghost King Sect will not let you go!"
"Exactly!"