Lin Xuan's figure flickered, like a supreme divine sword, rapidly flying downwards.
"Let's go, let's join the fun too."
The Dark Red Divine Dragon saw Lin Xuan descend and also waved its dragon claws, controlling the Spirit Boat to fly downwards.
It had arranged many arrays on the Spirit Boat, not only for defense but also for concealing its aura.
Thus at this moment, it drove the Spirit Boat to quickly shrink, floating in the air. As long as it wished, those below would never be able to discover them.
This was perfect for watching from a close distance.
Below, Dan King Square was crowded with countless people, all martial artists from the Heavenly Mountain Country. At this moment, they were angrily staring ahead.
In the foremost position, Old Man Di Que was hanging in mid-air, covered in scars, appearing to have suffered severe torture last night.
Beside him stood a man with triangular eyes, holding a shiny long sword, seemingly today's executioner.
