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Chapter 4980: 5.0732 Lord of Wangchuan

"Who allowed you, you bug, to stand up?" A middle-aged man from the Land of Sin slapped Shen Nan Gui on the head without explanation. The slap made Shen Nan Gui's legs buckle, and his recently risen body plumped back onto the broken wooden board. Compared to Lily No. 0's disarray, Shen Nan Gui was no less pathetic.

They hadn't checked the almanac before leaving, and now they had directly run into Mo Lian and Feng Chen's hands. It truly was the worst luck imaginable. They had entered Wangchuan and hadn't even found the main target yet, when they encountered these unreasonable people who immediately started beating them to death. It was truly a case of dying before even succeeding, having bad luck for eighteen lifetimes.

Shen Nan Gui was so angry that he bit out a mouthful of blood. His mouth opened and closed, but for a long time, no sound came out.

Beside him, Lily No. 0 was already trembling all over with fright, unable to stop herself from clambering onto the wooden board, trying to pull her water-soaked legs out. However, no matter how hard she tried, half her body remained submerged in the seawater, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable all over.

"Oh? Look who's here. I was wondering why it was so lively here. So, it's the Crown Prince of Shenzhou and his party gracing us with their presence. Tsk, tsk, I'm sorry I couldn't meet you sooner, sorry indeed!" A teasing laugh drifted from afar, carried by the wind into everyone's ears.

Everyone, their expressions tense, turned to look. They saw over a dozen small warships cutting through the wind and waves, moving very quickly. Standing at the bow of the lead ship was a handsome young man, tall and elegant, in a bamboo-green robe. His eyes smiled as he gazed towards their side, a faint, cold sneer playing on his lips. When his gaze fell on Mo Lian, it held a hint of sharpness, imbued with cold sarcasm.

Feng Chen paused slightly, whispering to Mo Lian, "Why is that kid here?"

Mo Lian also shook his head, somewhat puzzled. In just half a month, Ding Yun seemed to have become increasingly arrogant and overbearing, looking even more obnoxious. Seeing his blustering demeanor, hehe, he's truly a piece of work...

"Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come," Feng Chen whispered with a smile. "I feel like that kid's looking at you like you're a dead man. He really wants to kill you."

"He's wanted to kill me for more than a day or two," Mo Lian snorted coldly, speaking lightly. "Let's just see what he's capable of. No need for further words."

"Tsk, what is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doing?" Ding Yun said with a smile, glancing at the disheveled woman sprawled on the wooden board. At that time, the woman was lying on the board without turning her head, so he naturally couldn't see her face clearly. However, the short-bearded strong man had turned sideways, pressed onto the wooden board, his two legs soaked in water, looking even more mortified.

Ding Yun smiled and curved his lips. "Who is so bold as to provoke His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's wrath?"

Crown Prince Mo looked at him with an indifferent expression, asking instead of answering, "Why are you here?"

A short, thin old man with hawk-like eyes stepped out from behind Ding Yun. His gaze swept over the Crown Prince and the others, then he chuckled sinisterly. "The Cult Master is now the Lord of the entire Wangchuan. Crown Prince of Shenzhou, you'd best show some respect when speaking to our master."

At these words, Mo Lian and Feng Chen both froze. What's going on? They'd only been in the Abyssal Sea for a month, and the heavens of Wangchuan had already changed?

Ding Yun smiled and waved his hand. "Stand down."