Upon hearing the words of the Great Sea Demon in a white robe, Jinli Qianning beside Shen Qiang inexplicably grew tense. Not only did her beautiful eyes anxiously fixate on Shen Qiang, but her snow-white jade hand, gripping Shen Qiang's shoulder, revealed that her palm was already drenched in sweat.
Not only was she like this, but Yu Wenzi on the side was also full of tension, her beautiful eyes unwaveringly fixed on those appraisers, while a peculiar-looking flute appeared in her snow-white jade hand.
"Shen Qiang is doomed!"
A light smile appeared on the corners of the numerous Great Sea Demons dressed in magnificent attire.
"This Shen Qiang may appear calm, but those around him have already deeply betrayed him. If that spear is truly from the Dragon Emperor's treasury, the bald head of the Sea Demon King Yu Jiang would certainly not be sweating."
