Deokuno groaned inwardly when he sensed Wang Baole's murderous intent. Even though he had been branded with a slave imprint, he didn't want to become enemies with the three greater sects unless it was absolutely necessary. This was especially so for the Violet Gold New Dao Sect. Although they had risen to power relatively recently in the Divine Eye civilization, they were extremely protective of their own. Their practices were terrifying, and they were notorious for massacring and massacring their disciples.
Therefore, Deokuno instinctively wanted to persuade him. However, before he could say anything, the Violet Gold New Dao Sect's Black Dragon Legion battleship attacked!
Eight purple beams of light shot out from the Black Dragon Legion battleship and landed on the Holy Crest Sect's two battleships. They formed eight layers of purple nets that enveloped the Holy Crest Sect's battleships. Then, they tugged at the Holy Crest Sect's battleships, intending to take them away by force.
A suppressive force emanated from the eight purple beams of light, causing all the Holy Crest Sect disciples in the battleship to tremble and spit out blood. Their bodies couldn't withstand the suppressive force, including Yuanying. Even Deokuno was trembling slightly. He looked at Wang Baole, his heart filled with anxiety. He quickly sent a voice transmission to Wang Baole.
"Master, bear with it if you can. Once we become enemies with the Black Dragon Legion, we will be provoking the Violet Gold New Dao Sect. Unless we remain within the Divine Sovereign Justice Sect's territory, we will be in grave danger!"
When he heard Deokuno's voice transmission, the cold glint in Wang Baole's eyes intensified. He didn't want to cause trouble. It was fine if the other party wanted his resources. Although it pained him, he could accept it for the sake of the greater good. However, the battleship he had personally built was of great significance to him. He had also spent too much effort and resources on it. How could he agree to it being taken away?
At the same time, a cold snort came from the Black Dragon Legion's battleship.
"I will give you three breaths of time. Scram!" As the voice rang out, a gap appeared in the eight layers of purple nets. A repulsive force erupted from within, instantly pushing the Holy Crest Sect cultivators out of the battleship. They were thrown out of the battleship and scattered across the starry sky.
Only Wang Baole remained on the battleship and didn't leave.
"Not leaving?" Noticing Wang Baole's actions, the cold snort rang out from the Ink Dragon Battleship once again. Following that, eight figures teleported out and directly appeared around Wang Baole's battleship. Their Soul Conduit realm cultivation bases were fully unleashed, enveloping the entire area.
"A mere Divine Conduit realm cultivator from a small sect. Since you don't want to leave, then don't leave!" The voice that belonged to the same person who had snorted coldly before was filled with killing intent. From the outside, this person looked like an old man. His hair was white, his face was cold and arrogant, and his eyes were cold.
Deokuno, who had been pushed out of the battleship by eight Soul Conduit realm cultivators, had retreated to a spot not far away. Her expression was ugly as she struggled in her heart. On one hand, she was in awe of the high sects. On the other hand, she had been robbed and humiliated this time. All these emotions fused together, causing her to clench and unclench her fists.
Compared to her, Wang Baole, who was surrounded by eight Soul Conduit realm cultivators, was much calmer. He stood on the battleship and swept his gaze across the eight Soul Conduit realm cultivators of the Black Dragon Legion. In the end, his gaze landed on the old man who had spoken. He could tell that the person who had asked for his battleship was this old man from the Black Dragon Legion.
"Can we discuss this? Don't take away my battleship. This is the list of materials to build the battleship. It took me three years to complete it. If you still want it, can you give me some compensation?" Wang Baole was silent for a moment before he spoke slowly. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and threw a jade slip straight at the old man.
"You want some compensation?" The old man laughed loudly, as if he had just heard a joke. The other Soul Conduit realm cultivators around him also couldn't help but laugh. That was especially true of the early Soul Conduit realm cultivator who stood to the right of the old man. His expression was one of ridicule, and he was just about to say something when the jade slip closed in on him. The old man waved his hand, and the jade slip exploded. At the same time, massive amounts of black flames began to spread out from the jade slip!
All of this happened too quickly. In the blink of an eye, the black flames surged, transforming into a sea of black flames. From a distance, it looked like a seal that spread out in all directions, sealing off the area around the Black Dragon Legion, making it very difficult for any fluctuations of power to spread out. It was almost as if the seal had been cut off!
Almost as soon as the seal took effect, Wang Baole disappeared like an arrow from a bow. When he reappeared, he was already beside the Black Dragon Legion cultivators. Just as they were about to react, his right hand grabbed the forehead of the old man who had stopped laughing.
The Thearch Armor transformed into a ferocious claw. Amidst an earth-shattering boom, the old man's eyes widened. Before he could struggle or resist, Wang Baole's right hand clenched down viciously. With a powerful force, the old man's head was crushed like a melon!
Even though the old man's cultivation base was at the mid Soul Conduit realm, it was useless at this moment. All of his battle prowess didn't even have a chance to show off in front of Wang Baole!
Of course, this was due to Wang Baole's incredible battle prowess. At the same time, it was also due to the old man's underestimation of his opponent and Wang Baole's sneak attack using the Nether Fire.
Blood splattered everywhere, and a large amount of life force was sucked into Wang Baole's Thearch Armor from the elder's corpse. The headless corpse withered into a dried corpse before Wang Baole's eyes. When Wang Baole released his hand, the dried corpse fell to the ground.
The seven Soul Conduit realm cultivators and the Black Dragon Legion cultivators in the biological battleships widened their eyes in disbelief. Everything had happened too quickly. Even though they had been through hundreds of battles, it was still difficult for them to react in time. After all, this wasn't the instinctive vigilance they had when they were out on a raid. It was because they were facing a small sect in their own civilization's galaxy. Coupled with the previous setback, they were all in a bad mood. Naturally, they would let their guard down.
However, the fact that the Black Dragon Legion was ranked seventh in the Violet Gold New Dao Sect proved that they were indeed extraordinary. Under this sudden turn of events, without waiting for the Soul Conduit realm cultivators to give the order, the biological battleships around them immediately activated. They unleashed an astonishing power, locked onto Wang Baole, and immediately launched a counterattack.
At the same time, the remaining seven Soul Conduit realm cultivators coordinated with one another. Four of them rushed toward Wang Baole while the other three retreated. They tried to contact the outside world but to no avail. After realizing that this was the key, they let out a low roar and unleashed all of their cultivation base. They wanted to blast open the black flames around them and spread the news that they had been attacked.
All of this took a long time to describe, but from Wang Baole's attack to the Black Dragon Legion's counterattack, everything happened in the blink of an eye. Seeing the Black Dragon Legion's swift counterattack, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. As the biological battleships' beams of sorcery blasted toward him, he spoke calmly.
"I didn't want to attack here … but since I have no other choice, then … I might as well kill all of you."
The moment Wang Baole spoke, his body was immediately pierced through by the beams of sorcery. The four Soul Conduit realm cultivators who were nearby also attacked in an instant. However, at the same time, as booming sounds reverberated in all directions, regardless of whether it was the spells of the battleships or the divine abilities of the Soul Conduit realm cultivators, all of them passed right through Wang Baole's body.
Wang Baole's body blurred in an instant, as if it was translucent. Then, like a fog, he spread out and went straight for the other three cultivators who were trying to blast open the black flames!
The change was so sudden and so fast that it once again shocked the Black Dragon Legion. The three Soul Conduit realm cultivators who were trying to blast open the black flames also turned pale. They hurriedly spread out, wanting to take advantage of the time when Wang Baole was distracted to continue tearing open the black flames. This method might have worked on others, but it was ineffective on Wang Baole!
His body turned into fog, and hidden within the fog were demonic eyes that couldn't be seen by outsiders. The fog covered the entire area, and no matter how the three Soul Conduit realm cultivators tried to create clones of themselves, they were still within its range. In the blink of an eye, they were enveloped by the fog that Wang Baole had turned into.
Shrill screams suddenly rang out, and the fog rolled and shrank, once again condensing into Wang Baole's figure. Around him floated three withered corpses that had lost all signs of life!
Wang Baole knew that time was of the essence, and the sooner he finished this, the better it would be for him. Therefore, without any hesitation, his body turned into fog again, and he went straight for the remaining four Soul Conduit realm cultivators in the central area.
Among the four Soul Conduit realm cultivators, there were two old men, one middle-aged man, and one young man. At this moment, the four of them were terrified to the extreme. They had watched their fellow disciples get killed like chickens, and this made them question their fellow disciples' Soul Conduit realm cultivation base. At this moment, under the intense threat of death, the four of them roared and retreated, each of them using their trump cards.
But since Wang Baole had turned into fog, these trump cards didn't seem to be of much use. In the blink of an eye, they were enveloped by Wang Baole. The two old men were the first to shriek, and their bodies withered. Next was the middle-aged cultivator. He only lasted for three breaths of time before his body trembled and withered. Only the young man … As Wang Baole closed in on him, the young man let out a despairing roar and was about to strike the center of his brow with his palm …
A wave of energy that made Wang Baole's heart palpitate suddenly erupted from the young man's body. Red smoke floated out of the young man's orifices and condensed into a red palm in front of him. It had an aura that shook the heavens and earth, and it seemed to be able to suppress everything. It pressed down on Wang Baole.
"The protection of a Spirit Immortal?" Wang Baole's pupils shrank!
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