The entire Black Tortoise Calm Sea trembled. The intense Sword Qi swept out, reaching more than ten miles away.
The Spiritual Boat in mid-air was tossed about as if on a raging sea, swaying violently. Everyone gripped the gunwales, as though caught in an invisible tempest. The Little Chick beat its wings, circling above the Spiritual Boat and letting out an anxious, hawk-like cry.
The Green-Winged Flood Dragon and the Sword-Patterned Silver Flood Dragon curled their bodies into tight balls, their gazes filled with terror as they looked ahead.
It was as if.
The two figures in that stretch of sea, one in the sky and one on the water, were each other's most terrifying natural predators.
Meng Qianxun and Meng Changtu clenched their fists.
The onlookers gazed up at the center of the battlefield, which had transformed into an ocean of Sword Qi. Even a slightly weaker Golden Core Cultivator would be instantly torn to shreds by their combined Sword Qi if they were to wander into it.
