"Ye Ancestor!"
"Ye Ancestor, sir?!"
Exclamations arose on the Treasure Ship, as the Sword Qi burned away, leaving petals scattered everywhere. The Sword Intent of the Yang God Realm, even if only a trace remained, exuded an overwhelming pressure hard to approach.
The sword-flower petals fell in pieces with the wind, crimson buds blooming furiously...
This Sword Intent was truly striking.
Ye Qinglian, Jiang Que, and all the Yin Gods on Qin Baihuang's Treasure Ship, all maneuvered Qi to gather closer.
"...Land the ship."
Just as the Sword Qi spread out, an ancient and deep voice echoed between the Great Chu Treasure Ships.
Ye Ancestor stood leaning on his sword, his body drenched in blood.
The aura of this old Valley Master of Baihua Valley was extremely withered, extremely weak... his red robe had been slashed open in countless places, it was hard to imagine what kind of grand battle he had gone through.
"Land the ship?"
