Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 530: Traitor (Part 4)

Chapter 530: Traitor (Part 4)

Imuji immediately shut up.

Alright, he admitted he was indeed curious.

Dolphite was recognized as someone who had the best temperament in the ocean, why would he choose to betray the King?

But he was also unhappy with Manyu’s tone as if he was sure that he would betray the king, even though he agreed with Manyu’s words.

The possibility of him and Manyu betraying the king was even higher.

"Dolphite, why did you betray the king?"

"Just serving different masters. It’s not considered betrayal," Dolphite said lightly.

"Serving different masters? Who is your master?"

Manyu felt his heart was broken.

He trusted him so much, yet he had deceived him.

Dolphite remained indifferent, "Even if I tell you, what can you do? You’ll find out soon enough."

"Dolphite, I’ve misjudged you. From today, you’re my enemy."

Dolphite tilted his head slightly and suggested, "Mnayu, you can also choose to join me. We don’t have to be an enemy."

"Why the hell would I join you? The king has never stepped out of the palace below for us. The lords are also desperately guarding the king. It’s bad enough that you betrayed the lords, but now you’re betraying the king too. Are you still a fu*king dolphin I know?" Manyu yelled loudly.

The nearby blue ring octopus turned back in frustration.

What did he mean by saying it’s bad enough to betray it?

When did Manyu inflate himself to the point where he didn’t even care about it?

Doplhite’s expression instantly darkened, "So what if I’m a dolphin? Who says dolphins can’t have other beliefs? I hate your attitude of taking it for granted that dolphins must act according to your wishes."

"You can also choose not to be my friend, but you didn’t, because you’re hypocritical. You’re not the Doplhite I used to know anymore," Manyu took a deep breath, deciding not to dwell on the past and make a clean break.

Feeling his determination, Dolphite didn’t say more, "You’ll see that my choice is the right one."

"What’s happening to this world?"

Imuji sighed deeply as he glanced at the turtle tribe from afar that was engaged in a battle with the sea lion tribe.

Damn it, the turtle tribe.

It’s said that from the moment of their birth, they considered the king as their life.

But now, even the turtle tribe, who was universally believed to be incapable of betraying the king, has betrayed him.

It’s as if the sea god is playing a huge joke on them.

He really felt like he was the one with a probability of over ninety percent of betraying the king.

"He’s here."

In the dilapidated palace, the king suddenly lifted his head, extending his slender neck to gaze at the endless expanse of the sea above, and uttered softly.

"Who’s coming?" Amalia asked.

"The Goblashark King."

The king spoke calmly, his face that was covered in scales remaining unruffled.

At that moment, a roar as if from ancient times resonated from a distant place, causing the sea to tremble slightly.

"This voice doesn’t sound like an ordinary marine-type mutated creature," Amalia felt the voice was somewhat familiar.

Kenny Lin gently disagreed, "More like a dragon."

Amalia’s expression shifted slightly, "In this era, are there still dragons?"

Dragons, such creatures, had long been extinct many, many years ago.

"Even the Earth has undergone mutations, so the revival of dragons may not be such an implausible thing, and it may not necessarily be the kind of dragon you’re thinking of," Kenny Lin smirked.

Amalia’s mind instantly went to the creature that was most likely related to dragons, "You’re not referring to dinosaurs, are you?"

"Who knows," Kenny Lin shrugged nonchalantly, being particularly irresponsible.

However, despite the loudness of the sound, upon closer investigation, it was still some distance away from the Sea Of Death.

"Can you take us to see that spatial rift?" Seizing the opportunity before things got even more chaotic, Amalia addressed the King of the Marine Race.

The King of the Marine Race showed no surprise at the caution of humans, having lived for countless years, he had long understood it.

He nodded his head slightly, "Yes, but..."

Suddenly changing the direction of his words, the King’s golden glass-like cold gaze looked towards a certain direction, "Before going, shouldn’t you take care of a few small fry?"

"Of course," Kenny Lin’s eyes gleamed with a smile as if adding a touch of color to ink painting.

With that said, in less than a second, his spiritual sword swung towards a certain corner.

The black sword light, ignoring the resistance of water, landed on a certain black shadow without slowing down.

Before the person was struck by the sword light, they leaped out from the shadow.

The figure was shrouded in a black robe, slightly dimming the light.

If not careful, one could easily overlook him.

His presence was so subtle that even with slightly lower strength, one would hardly detect his existence.

"Another top-tier spiritual cultivator," Kenny Lin looked at the figure with excitement.

What was happening today?

All the top-tier spiritual cultivators who were usually nowhere to be seen would suddenly emerge at the slightest sign of trouble, like mushrooms after the rain.

"Is he from the Astral Demoniaco Sect?" Amalia asked, not forgetting the collusion between Raithwall Yoder and the people of the Astral Demoniaco Sect.

"With that edgy attire, it can only be someone from the Astral Demoniaco Sect," Kenny Lin said, his mouth curling into a smile.

The figure in the black robe floated in the air, his long robe swaying in the water.

Beneath the robe, only half of a face covered in scars was visible, with a cross-shaped scar at the corner of his mouth.

"Kenny Lin, did you kill a woman from the Astral Demoniaco Sect in the Sweet Cherry City Disaster Zone last year?"

The figure’s throat emitted a hoarse voice, like a rusty iron box covered inside and out with rust.

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