The Cyan Yang Battleship’s speed is extremely fast, equivalent to the full-speed flight of a True Dao martial artist. Of course, its consumption is also huge; in a mere moment of flight, it uses up hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones. Generally, the Cyan Yang Sect would not activate the Cyan Yang Battleship unless encountered with unavoidable wartime.
time, although not activating the Cyan Yang Battleship was possible, with the Five Great Sects gathered together, it’s inevitable to have a sense of rivalry. The Cyan Yang Battleship could maintain appearances and intimidate opponents, which is the thought of many Cyan Yang Sect leaders.
The Black Mountain Range is located in the south of the Great Yan Kingdom. The area is swamped with marshes, deserts, dense forests, rampant insects, and poisonous snakes. Demon beasts are everywhere, with extreme danger and rare human traces. Therefore, the Blood Hand Association’s secret base is established here.
Suddenly, black clouds in the space shattered, and a gigantic object abruptly appeared in mid-air. Its majestic aura dispersed all surrounding black clouds and triggered the surrounding hidden beasts to roar furiously, running away in fright.
However, there were still some unyielding beasts emerging from the mountains, fiercely attacking the gigantic object in the sky, with astounding power and dazzling spiritual energy oscillations.
The Cyan Yang Sect’s ancestor aboard the Cyan Yang Battleship suddenly shouted, followed by an attack hit. Spiritual power around got absorbed quickly, turned into a spiritual energy bomb, and stirred up giant waves.
How powerful the Guiyuan Realm martial artists are. Even a casual strike isn’t something a sixth-level top-tier demon beast can withstand. In an instant, the demon beast’s form and spirit vaporized, exploding into a blood mist.
"Hahaha, the mighty Qingyang Zi only bullies low-level demon beasts here!"
A sharp, elderly voice sounded from the southern part of the sky. Simultaneously, a giant shadow appeared, with the strong wind scattering in all directions.
The Cyan Yang Sect members aboard the Cyan Yang Battleship fiercely looked up, seeing another gigantic battleship rapidly flying from the horizon, the wind blowing and pressure spreading like a descending beast.
Everyone was martial artists, and with their eyes, they could easily see hundreds of figures standing on the giant battleship, all immensely powerful. Their leaked auras scared away demon beasts; this was the Burning Fire Valley’s team.
At the front of that battleship stood an elderly man in black clothes with sharp, eagle-like eyes, a hooked nose, thin lips, and a derisive expression. His black robe fluttering aggressively, the sharp voice from before was indeed from his mouth.
"Fire-burning Daoist, if you don’t speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"
The Cyan Yang Sect’s ancestor, Qingyang Zi, at this moment, confronted the martial artists of Burning Fire Valley. The tension between the two sides was palpable, ready to explode any moment.
At this time, Chu Ming suddenly felt a cold, murderous gaze envelope him, seemingly wanting to tear him to pieces.
Following the murderous gaze, Chu Ming looked up and immediately saw a familiar figure beside Fire-burning Daoist on the battleship; it was Burning Fire Valley’s Grand Elder, Huo Zhiyan.
Huo Zhiyan leaned down and whispered a few words in the ear of Fire-burning Daoist, his gaze flickering to Chu Ming. Fire-burning Daoist nodded slightly, giving Chu Ming a fleeting glance.
"Dear friends, let’s deal with the Blood Hand Association’s matter first; personal grievances can be settled later!"
An elderly voice rang from the sky, as a thousand-foot white sail suddenly floated over, the fierce wind around making the sail buzz.
At the center of the white sail, hundreds of figures stood, exuding sharp edges. There were old and young, but all with solemn faces.
The speaker was an elderly man standing at the front of the sail, cloaked in blue, with a blue crystal long saber on his back, cold light flowing on the blade.
The most eye-catching was the elderly man’s eyes, as sharp as a mad saber, seemingly illuminating the entire space, making anyone shiver with a mere glance.
This was the Celestial Star Sect’s team. Among them, Chu Ming saw Liu Lin and Tianxing Zi. Unfortunately, even though Tianxing Zi had progressed rapidly, compared to Chu Ming, the gap was significant.
"This is the Celestial Star Sect’s ancestor, Tianxing Daoist!"
Li Yuqing, beside Chu Ming, whispered. The elderly man seemed to sense it, his gaze like golden wheels casting a significant look at the two, making them dare not speak further.
Fire-burning Daoist seemed very wary of Tianxing Daoist, snorting coldly and looking elsewhere. Qingyang Zi also fell silent, closing his eyes to meditate. At this moment, the atmosphere became subtle as everyone quietly waited for the arrival of the other two sects.
After half an incense stick’s time, a five-colored rainbow suddenly descended from the sky. Brightly colored and emitting radiant light spanning thousands of meters, its vigor shone with flowing hues.
"Hong Ling, that old woman always makes such a grand entrance!"
Looking at the five-colored rainbow in the sky, Qingyang Zi aboard the battleship opened his eyes, deep as the myriad stars, muttering discontentedly.
At the end of the five-colored rainbow, a five hundred-meter-long dragon carriage slowly descended. The dragon carriage was surrounded by a layer of platinum, shining brightly under the sunlight, depicting a dragon and phoenix in harmony.
"Old ghost Qingyang, I heard you badmouthing me just now."
At the dragon head of the carriage, a beautiful woman in her forties wore palace attire embroidered with a giant flying bird in combat stance. Her eyes were sharp, like a dagger.
No one would think an old person would be such a beautiful woman in palace attire with a captivating charm in her gaze and movements. Her eyes, like almond-shaped phoenix eyes, seemed to drip water.
"Hong Ling, not only Qingyang Daoist wants to say it, but I also couldn’t help but say it. You’ve become a half-aged woman yet still play the role of a young girl enchanting everyone; how shameless!"
A booming voice echoed from the ninth heaven, followed by a giant clock descending rapidly, stirring waves of air that expanded outward, forming a thundering shadow on the ground. The demon beasts that couldn’t dodge in time were shattered, with limbs scattered everywhere.
On the clock, intricate patterns were engraved, releasing an ancient aura, resonating as if activating the Dao’s harmony.
At this moment, hundreds of figures stood tall on the clock, with varied expressions, exuding a chilling aura. Leading them was a burly man; his eyes closed and radiating a heart-palpitating aura. Although not handsome, he had a rugged masculine charm with thick facial hair.
"Hehehe, Jitian Sanren, don’t talk about others; your eyes aren’t that honest either!"
The person was the ancestor of the Martial Extreme Sect alongside sect experts. The burly man was indeed the ancestor of the Martial Extreme Sect.