"What the hell are you doing?!" Anthony's expression fell when he saw Adrian dare to act against him.

Adrian turned around and said coldly, "The ghost is still roaming the ship. If you don't want to cause greater danger, stop bothering me with such petty matters."

Anthony glowered. He turned to the crew members behind him and commanded, "Take him down!"

The crew was at least a seventh-level Grandmaster. Anthony himself was also a Grandmaster. In their eyes, dealing with Adrian was not a problem. Several people rushed up together, but before they could reach Adrian, a sword flew past them.

Anthony, who was at the forefront, suddenly turned pale. The Divine Frost Slayer Blade was now pressing into his neck. If he took just one step forward, his head could be chopped off.

"Don't act recklessly, we—"

"It should be you who shouldn't act recklessly." The glint in Adrian’s eyes was cold. He threw the almost unconscious Jack aside and grabbed the Divine Frost Slayer Blade that was suspen