Chapter 422. The Pirate’s Challenge Begins
At the heart of Veins Peak Island stood a towering mountain, its jagged silhouette stretching nearly 3,000 feet into the sky. The very center of this mountain held a massive sinkhole—wide, dark, and foreboding—that plummeted deep beneath the sea. The air around it buzzed with raw energy, hinting at ancient dangers lying in wait far below.
A sleek, ominous broken ship is near the edge of the cliffs, its sails and everything was missing, but the ship is said to be an old legend where an Immortal flick his hand and threw a ship on the top of the mountain.
Today, the entire mountain had become a stage. Hundreds of Immortal Practitioners had gathered around the cliffs. They weren’t here just for entertainment. They were here to witness something rare— a Pirate Challenge under old traditions.
The crowd stirred as a group of Dark elves descended from the sky, their presence casting eerie shadows over . The ’fake’ Phantom Pirates had not yet arrived, but the ’real’ one had.
From it, the crew of Kael Driftsbane disembarked.
Kael captain and Vice Captain, Talindra. Behind them came their crew—each more intimidating than the last.
One of them, a bald-headed dark elf with a thick, curled mustache and a cocky swagger, looked around with narrowed eyes. He scoffed loudly.
"Are those fake imposters too scared to show up?" he sneered. "Not a single one in sight. Cowards."
"Easy, Kanth," Talindra said with a smirk. "If they don’t show by the appointed time, we win this round automatically. Let’s just enjoy the view until then."
Kanth grinned and pulled a strange cigar from his coat. With a spin of his fingers, he caught it stylishly between his lips. The cigar lit itself with a spark of made by his fingers snap.
He inhaled deeply and