"Just this?"
Gabriel Abernathy stood on the deck, staring blankly at the sea.
He couldn't help but blurt out: "Too weak to fight, huh..."
Nairn Yarrow died.
Pierced through the heart by a sword.
The martial artists who were watching the battle around Thunderpeak Bay, after a brief lapse, fled in panic.
Such a renowned and legendary expert of Thunderpeak Hall, a grand elder, was instantly killed!
Just how formidable is the legendary son-in-law of The North Sea?
Is this the confidence behind The North Sea's defiance of the entire world?
The martial artists had too many questions in their minds, but all these questions vanished with that one sword strike.
Julius Reed glanced at Nairn Yarrow's body floating on the sea, pulled out a grenade from his waist, activated it and threw it accurately onto Nairn Yarrow's corpse.
Then!
He leapt back onto the boat.
Boom!
The waves surged again.
Nairn Yarrow's body was torn apart, floating on the sea surface.
