Aboard the Qi Family's spirit ship.
Colorful lights from magical artifacts flashed as spells flew wildly through the air!
And in the midst of this chaotic battlefield,
Su Ye, dressed in a flowing black robe, walked at a steady, unhurried pace.
A calm, almost leisurely smile even graced his handsome face.
It was as if he weren't on the treacherous deck of an enemy vessel, but strolling through the gardens of Luoyue Mountain.
Such a brazen display naturally drew the gazes of the Qi Family cultivators.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Several magical artifacts, trailing plumes of spiritual light, tore through the air toward him!
Su Ye didn't dodge or evade. He summoned his Frost Thorn Spear.
HUMMM!
The Frost Thorn Spear whined, its dazzling silver light flashing and leaving a blur of afterimages in the air.
CLANG!
The ear-piercing shriek of metal on metal rang out.
