“Canghai Chengfeng, are you still going to fight for the Cosmic Sea and the Cosmic Skycarver?” Qing Yunhe turned to the sharp young man with a smile.

Canghai Chengfeng paused. “Well, yes, why wouldn’t I? Lu Yun just said it'll be another seven days before he can use that weapon again.”

His eyes burned with an eagerness to fight when he looked at Qing Yunhe, the only one here who could stop him.

“And you believed him?” Qing Han muttered before Qing Yunhe could answer.

Rumble!

From atop the Divine Glory came the sound of gears turning. Eighteen black cannons rose from the sides of the ship, locked on Canghai Chengfeng.

He froze and grumbled sheepishly, “Fine, fine, I give up....”

The cannons shifted back to their original...