As Li Hao sped toward the North Sea, some chaos was occurring over the waters. The various pirate factions received word that Light Sword was about to cross the East Sea and enter the North Sea.1

The White Shark Raiders.0

There was another figure standing next to White Shark. He wore a mask and rasped, “General White Shark, upstairs has given word that it’s best if you can kill Light Sword and take her Windchaser Boot! Of course, it’s even better if you can capture her alive.”0

“Five of the Steadfast Duke’s generals were killed in an instant, are you sure it can be done?” White Shark frowned.0

“That was before, Light Sword is hanging onto life by a thread. More importantly is that many people will be fishing in troubled waters. However, the North Sea is our domain…”0

White Shark remained noncommittal. Our domain? That was too much. The White Shark Raiders did not lead the eight great pirate factions. His number two and three had just died and internal confusion roiled his organization. This was not a good time.1

And yet, the speaker had come from upstairs. Although White Shark wasn’t afraid since he was stronger than his fellow commanders,...0