Above The Sky
Chapter 982 - 982 94 Shasha's Defeated Opponent Under Her Head!_2

982: Chapter 94: Shasha’s Defeated Opponent Under Her Head!_2 982: Chapter 94: Shasha’s Defeated Opponent Under Her Head!_2 The answer is actually quite simple.

Their ship was rammed and sunk.

In the Southern Sea, there are many reasons why a ship could sink.

For example, encountering a storm, facing chaotic ocean currents, or due to poor management by the crew…

But if the ship was rammed and sunk, then there’s only one possibility.

They encountered a magical beast attack.

“Damn it!”

During the meeting on how to attack Ian, the representative of the Canaan Moore Dragon Worship Cult, an elf with light silver hair, angrily slammed the table: “If it weren’t for that damned Iron Armor Shark ramming and sinking my ship… I could have even deployed the sniper magic conductor for a long-range kill!”

“And now, we’re forced to look for an opportunity to strike head-on.”

Saying this, the elf gritted his teeth in fury: “My ship…

my reinforcements…

my funding…”

Obviously, he hated that Iron Armor Shark—so unreasonable and aggressive—immensely.

If he could fight underwater, he wouldn’t even care about Ian anymore; he’d have already led a team to hunt down the shark!

Far away, in the Southern Sea distant waters.

[Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!!!]

A bright flash of shark silhouette joyfully sliced through the waves, charging forward against the wind, seeking enemies and enemy ships daring to invade its territory!

Shasha, still happily on the offensive today, is searching for prey!

Especially knowing its boss is about to return.

Shasha’s enthusiasm lately has been triple its usual level!

“Don’t worry too much, my friend.”

The representative of the Azure Sky Royal Court, a stout man from Mare with long braided whiskers and tattoos all over his face, spoke solemnly: “According to our intelligence, this lord and his guards have only recently reached the Second Energy Level.”

“Even if they are geniuses and managed to stabilize their realm and grasp new abilities within just a few months, they definitely can’t be considered proficient.”

“As long as we confirm that the Third Energy Level True Dragon within their territory is not hidden in their convoy, we can strike directly and crush them!”

“Humph.

Don’t underestimate them.”

The representative from Fiery Flame Land, the black-haired swordsman ‘Mojian’ whom Ian had encountered earlier, snorted coldly, showing disdain for the other two representatives’ opinions: “The lord of Xiawei Territory is a true genius.

He may have only just mastered his Bloodline True Form, but in utilizing Dragon Blood, I suspect none of us can compare to him.”

After being forced to retreat by Ian and Elder Mantle’s joint effort, Mojian had been rebuked by his higher-ups and endured their scolding.

But he did not lose his composure.

He remained in South Ridge, quietly observing the development of Xiawei Territory and Ian’s actions.

The outcome greatly surprised him.

Setting aside the rapid development of Xiawei Territory, Ian’s strength was advancing at such an alarming pace that it left him stunned.

If, at the very beginning of their stand-off, Mojian had been confident in defeating Ian in a direct fight, two months later, he found it difficult to detect Ian’s Source Quality fluctuations even using his Dragon Blood organ from afar.

This could only mean one thing: Ian’s Primordial Essence Purity had already surpassed the sensory limit of his Dragon Blood organ!

——Ian’s Primordial Essence Purity might have reached the Second Energy Level Peak!

That was the conclusion Mojian arrived at.

Though it seemed unbelievable, for caution’s sake, he had to treat it as reality.

Mojian suspected that Ian’s Dragon Blood organ worked by compressing Source Quality, significantly enhancing its Primordial Essence Purity.

This did reduce stamina, but in the short term, it granted incredible combat power without hindering his advancement.

This was likely the real reason Ian could achieve a breakthrough to the Second Energy Level at just sixteen years old!

So, facing the somewhat ‘arrogant’ demeanor of his two allies, he kindly reminded them: “I suggest that you all treat Ian as a Sublimator with the strength of the Second Energy Level Peak.”

“Moreover, this time, when he heads to Harrison Port, he will definitely bring his Armor Suit…

not to mention his Magnetic Storm Armor Guard Squad.”

“Although it might not be a big problem for us, to our subordinates, they would be rather troublesome opponents.”

Despite Mojian’s advice, the other two Dragon Worship Cult representatives showed little concern.

As allies, they couldn’t outright mock Mojian, saying, ‘Your Fiery Flame Land lost, but we didn’t; we’re not scared out of our wits.’

But their dismissive expressions and perfunctory tone clearly conveyed their disdain for Mojian’s caution.

At the end of the day, the South Ridge, this backwater area, really wasn’t worth their respect…

Let alone anything else, even the lord of this Harrison Port, Viscount Grant, seemed rather mediocre.

He spent most of his time drinking and partying and hardly lived up to his reputation as a formidable fighter who single-handedly subdued the Redwood Natives and held off the Three Kingdoms’ fleets.

Reports always exaggerate, and they wouldn’t believe them fully.

So what could Mojian do?

He’d already said his piece.

If they chose not to listen, it wasn’t his problem.

At worst, he would flee immediately when things went south—reputation wasn’t as important as survival.

The brief discussion concluded.

Next, the Dragon Worship Cult assassination squad would continue gathering intelligence, waiting for the right opportunity to ambush Ian’s convoy when least expected.

They had already outlined the general plan: strike as soon as Ian’s convoy passed Sanhe City, then escape along the river into the depths of the Bison Mountain Range, heading to Fiery Flame Land to avoid The Empire’s pursuit.

Only, there’s just one issue.

——Can anyone really assassinate a Prophet?

“Someone’s planning to attack me.”

Having just passed the Indigo Mountain Gorge Entrance, Ian’s eyes, glowing with a green light, fixed on the convoy ahead as he suddenly blurted out: “Wow, they’re pretty bold—most of the convoy would end up dead.

They’re coming prepared.”

“What?”

Hearing this, Green Tide, who was surveying the surroundings, was startled and immediately concentrated on sensing the area, but found nothing.

Well, not entirely nothing—he caught a few Brittlebone Sparrows, so at least they had snacks for the afternoon.

“Not now.”

Ian continued watching for a moment before shaking his head: “Probably in a few days.

Anyway, it’ll be after we pass Sanhe City.

Some people will attack our convoy, and they’ll do so fiercely.”

“Green Tide, get your sword ready, stretch your muscles—we need to prepare in advance.”

“Boss, you…”

Green Tide looked at Ian with doubt, wondering if his boss was having hallucinations from being away from the lab for too long: “How do you know?

I mean, I trust you and your sources, but I didn’t see you receive any messages just now.”

“I already told you.”

Ian turned his head, glancing at Green Tide: “I’m the Prophet of the Descending Thunder.

What’s strange about a Prophet knowing someone’s going to attack in advance?

It’d actually be stranger not to know.”

Green Tide showed a complicated expression of tacit agreement, thinking, ‘Sure, you say you’re a Prophet.

There must’ve been some signs I was too dumb to notice.’ This made Ian sigh: “Anyway, I got the news.”

“Green Tide, when we arrive at Sanhe City, let the convoy rest.

You and I will go for a walk outside to give the enemy an opportunity.

For now, notify the Viscount—tell him there’s a big merit waiting for him.

Have him prepare his Aether Armament and stand by.”

“Got it.”

Though he couldn’t understand how Ian knew about the impending attack, Green Tide remained dependable and would execute Ian’s orders fully.

Still, he couldn’t help but ask: “But what if Viscount Grant doesn’t believe us?”

“He’ll definitely believe.

Fuel costs aren’t that expensive, after all.”

Ian said calmly: “Just tell him the attackers are foreign powers.

I’ve got a way to make the Empire reimburse him for the Aether Armament repair fees—plus, we can trick, uh, I mean apply for additional aid together.”

As the young man spoke, he smiled confidently: “Don’t worry.

When it comes to embezzling funds and applying for aid…”

“Viscount Grant will definitely act.”