The disciples of Cyan Flood Dragon Hall gave a reminder and fell silent. Everyone on the ship infused power into the hull to quickly activate the formation patterns, breaking through the wind and waves to approach the target ships.
At the same time, they all drew their blade soldiers, placing one hand on the hilt, ready to draw their sabers for battle at any moment. Each had a determined gaze without a hint of fear, exuding a light killing aura, all seasoned elite disciples.
"Hua hua hua—!"
It was dawn, the mist over the sea hadn't yet dispersed, and four quick ships swiftly pierced through it. Some disciples with remarkable eyesight and rich experience in naval warfare quickly locked onto the targets while Su Mu, with eyes far surpassing normal people, only squinted slightly to clearly see those two target ships.
