The icy wind blowing from the distant underground river seeped through with a bone-piercing chill, causing the glass windows to tremble as if they were trembling human skin. The atmosphere was tense, as if a showdown was about to erupt on the ship.
Three visitors from afar who had come to the Ghost Market, one Deacon of the Earth Master Association, four Curse Forbidden Masters confronting each other—apart from the woman trembling in the arms of the middle-aged man, the only thing left was the semblance of gunpowder ready to ignite.
Cen Dongsheng honestly found it trivial. As long as a Special Grade Curse Forbidden Master wasn't involved, there was no chance he could lose. Even if this group of reckless fools joined forces, the result would be the same.
But even for Curse Forbidden Masters without his confidence, before hearing the other party's reputation or experiencing the disparity in skills firsthand, they were often as brash as him.
