The Fu Bing Sect had risen rapidly in recent years, gathering many powerful Loose Cultivators.
The reason they gathered together was to team up and bully other Cultivators.
The Right Protector was relentless, clearly looking for an excuse to cause trouble and extort additional benefits.
As the large, deep-blue Spirit Ship opposite them drew closer, the ferocious Ice Flood Dragon carved on its bow became clearer, and runes on its hull lit up, gleaming with a cold light.
An old man stood at the bow with his hands clasped behind his back, his hair as white as frost, his black robes fluttering in the wind.
The immense pressure of a Golden Core Great Perfection expert washed over the Three Immortals Sect's Spirit Ship like a tidal wave, pressing down on the chests of Yu Zhenyang and the other two like a giant boulder.
Even Qiu Fanghui felt his breath catch and his scalp tingle.
