To Yuan Qitai and the other three!
Luo Shuiyao and the rest did not ask further. They just treated it as a small interlude because they could tell at a glance that the former's cultivation base was not worthy of their attention.
Ye Chen asked, "When are we boarding the ship?"
"Wait!"
Tang Yiming squinted and said, "There are too many people now. If we charge forward, we'll only attract hatred. We'll have to wait until everyone's here and let them exhaust themselves."
Although they were all from Shang Santian and their battle prowess crushed the secular world, there were too many people before them. If they were jealous of the netherworld token in their hands and swarmed them, they would not be able to handle it.
Moreover, China was vast and full of talents. No one could guarantee that there were no hidden old monsters among them. After all, wasn't Ye Chen a genius who stood out in the secular world?
As they were talking, a commotion came from afar.
Subsequently, an old monk in linen clothes crossed the river on a reed. The old monk held prayer beads in his hand, and his face was extremely old.
"Crossing the river on a reed, it's Master Yizhen from the mosque!"
"What? I didn't expect him to come too! "
"…"
Waves of exclamations came from the crowd. They were clearly shocked by the old monk's identity. Some people even quickly went to welcome the old monk.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk walked over on the waves, his body emitting an extreme aura of death. He looked at the ghost ship in the distance and said with compassion, "The great calamity that happens once every 20 years has descended again. This time, I'm only here to solve the mystery of the ghost ship!"
"Master Yizhen, your time is up. Why do you have to risk your life?"
"That's right, master. As an eminent monk in the north, you represent the faith of the monks in the north. If anything happens to you, what will happen to the Buddhism in the north?"
"…"
The old monk's expression remained the same in the face of everyone's persuasion. He said calmly, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow. He swore not to become a Buddha until hell is empty. Although I'm not as good as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I'm willing to give up my body!"
Right at this moment, a figure flew over from afar. It was an old man in a green Daoist robe with a horsetail whisk in his hand.
"It's Old Celestial Master Zhang Wuming from Mount Longhu!"
"The old Celestial Master's senior brother disappeared on the ghost ship twenty years ago. The old Celestial Master has always been brooding over this. I didn't expect that he would still be unwilling to miss this opportunity!"
"…"
In just a few minutes, veteran powerhouses arrived one after another, and most of them were from the older generation of the Chinese cultivation world.
As a cold voice rang out, a black figure surged over from the distance like a dark cloud. When the dark cloud fell, it was actually a golden-haired, green-eyed old man with a pale complexion and wearing a black cloak.
The old man sized up the crowd, licked his lips, and smiled evilly. "Tsk tsk, tonight is really exciting. How can I, Bruce, miss it?"
"Blood Tribe!"
Someone's expression changed as he recognized the person on the spot. "It's actually a vampire from the west. Judging from his appearance, he must be at the marquis level!"
The Western Blood Race's hierarchy was Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscount, and Male. Although it wasn't as complicated as the Eastern one, it was still extremely ancient. Every level represented a hierarchy.
A Blood Kindred of the Marquis rank was equivalent to a Martial Venerable.
The old Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, Zhang Wuming, flung his horsetail whisk and snorted, "How dare the Blood Clan of the West step into China? Aren't you afraid that we'll kill you here?"
Bruce sneered, "Old man, are you trying to outnumber me?"
At the next moment!
More than ten figures with powerful auras rushed over from the night sky and landed beside Bruce in the blink of an eye. They were all Western powerhouses.
"That's the Fire Emperor!"
"The Titan is here too!"
"And the Thunder Emperor from the United States!"
"…"
At that moment, countless Chinese cultivators were shocked. They did not expect that the West had also been paying attention to the ghost ship. Moreover, many world-level giants had come this time. Although there were not many of them, their combat power was extremely terrifying.
A blonde woman slowly walked out from behind Bruce. The woman looked at everyone with a seductive gaze, "Everyone, we're all here for the ghost ship. Why don't we put aside our grudges first?"
"It's Yu Luosha from ancient Egypt!"
Before everyone could be shocked, another handsome man with a dignified expression stood out, "That's right. The ghost ship is about to return. If we fight now, we won't be able to determine the victor in a short period of time."
As this person spoke, his eyes faintly flashed with lightning.
"It's the Lightning Emperor, Thor!"
No matter how much the old Celestial Master of Mount Longhu disliked Bruce and the others, his expression changed at this moment. The other party had sent so many world-class powerhouses at once, and every single one of them was no weaker than him.
"Fellow Zhang!"
An old Chinese man with a long sword in his hand stood against the wind and said slowly, "The ghost ship is extremely dangerous and strange. How can these western barbarians get involved so easily? We'll ignore them for now."
At this point, his turbid eyes looked around and he suddenly shouted, "Everyone from Shang Santian, it's time for you guys to come out. The ghost ship is about to return. It's time for you guys to take out the netherworld token."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire shore of the Wu River fell silent.
The entire shore of the Wu River immediately fell silent. Countless gazes looked around. Clearly, they were looking for the person from Shang Santian that the old man with the sword had mentioned.
"Hmph!
"Do you think a bunch of useless people like you are worthy of ordering us around?"
A cold snort was heard slowly.
Under everyone's gaze, a few figures landed on the shore in the blink of an eye. The person in the lead was a gentle-looking young man.
It was Xiao Yuanjing and the rest.
A Martial Dao master flew into a rage because of his status. He looked at Bai Shaoyu who had spoken earlier with killing intent, "What did you say? How dare you call us useless people? "
Bai Shaoyu glanced at him with extreme disdain, "Kill him!"
A figure suddenly shot out from behind him. Before the person who spoke could even react, he was crushed into a cloud of blood mist on the spot.
The entire process was completed in the blink of an eye.
It was extremely straightforward!
The scene was dead silent!
Bai Shaoyu said with a fake smile, "Who else is unconvinced?"
No one dared to speak because even though they were killing, they realized that the strength of these young men who had suddenly appeared was beyond their imagination.
Even the sword-wielding old man was no exception.
"Let's go, let's go out too. We don't have to watch some people act cool!"
Luo Shuiyao smirked coldly and led the crowd over.
"Rumble …"
Right at this moment, the sound of surging waves suddenly came from the upper reaches of the river. Following that, a white-haired young man stepped proudly on the surface of the sea with his hands behind his back.
The young man was dressed in white, and a three-meter-wide wave appeared beneath his feet. The wave carried him forward at an incomparably fast speed.
When he saw the person who had arrived, Xiao Yuanjing, whose expression was originally calm, could not help but turn extremely gloomy. His eyes were filled with cold killing intent, "Shi Qianhan!"
Even the expressions of Bai Shaoyu, Luo Tianya, and the rest froze.
It was because the person who had come was Shi Qianhan of the Demonic Dao!
He was a peerless genius who had a notorious reputation but was deeply in love. This person had risen from a humble background. Back then, when his name shook Shang Santian, even Luo Tianya, Xiao Yuanjing, and the rest had not been born yet!
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's lips, "You're finally here …"
…
(PS: In order to pave the way for an incomparably hot-blooded climax, I'm a little stuck. I'll temporarily update two chapters today. Let me sort out my thoughts and make up for it later. I hope everyone can understand. I'm updating every day. You guys can finish reading it in a few minutes. I'll have to write for a long time, and it depends on my condition. After all, the author is still human.
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