The turbulent sea surges beneath, a small boat frantically fleeing, with over a dozen large ships crazily in pursuit.
It was as if a tiny fish was being hunted by more than a dozen sharks.
Other than desperate escape, it had no chance to resist whatsoever.
Black Widow, clutching her wounded belly, stood at the bow with a cold expression.
She had, of course, heard the words coming from the ship behind her.
But beyond a dismissive glance, she showed no other sign of reaction.
As a veteran who had roamed the seas for so many years, she didn't believe a single idiotic word from those people behind her.
She even knew that if the secret manuals about Blood Sea Martial Artists she possessed fell into their hands, life would be unattainable and death elusive.
So, if she wanted to live, there was no other path to take.
Only by rushing to the island where the Immortal Master was could she see a glimmer of hope for survival.
