The palm strike was weaker than the finger jab. The attacker had clearly held back, intentionally leaving the old Taoist priest alive.
The blow sent the old Taoist priest flying, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.
"Who are you?"
An angry shout rang out, and the ship's captain emerged.
Only after shouting did he see the old Taoist priest flying through the air, spitting blood.
His face instantly turned deathly pale.
The leader turned to glance at the captain. His eyes were as cold and sharp as dark stars, radiating a bone-chilling frost.
That single glance was enough to make the captain's legs buckle, nearly sending him to his knees.
Seeing this, the leader shook his head slightly and seemed to sigh.
"A wasted trip... But, since we're already here..."
He looked at the ship's captain again.
"Bring everyone on your ship out here."
