"What do you think you're doing?!"
The furious shout rang out without warning.
Almost as soon as the Nascent Soul True Persons aboard the Sword Halberd Ship spotted the battle in the Blue Ice Sea Area, the beast force that had been trailing them surged up along their flank and blocked their path.
Powerful members of the Demon Race glared at the thousands of cultivators aboard the ship, ready to attack at the slightest provocation.
Five Transformation Demon Cultivators stood before the horde, watching the Sword Halberd Ship coldly.
At the human Nascent Soul cultivator's challenge, a gaunt old man among the five stepped forward. He looked like a bald monk.
A string of prayer beads made from human skulls hung from his hand. He pressed his palms together before the crowd, his expression full of compassion.
"Everyone, this is as close as you may come to watch. A battle of our race lies ahead. Please do not interfere, or else... Amitabha. This humble monk does not wish to take lives needlessly."
As he spoke, a vast, heavy aura rose from his slight frame and bore down on the Sword Halberd Ship.
A Nascent Soul Late Stage Demon Cultivator!
The faces of everyone aboard the ship changed.
Fu Chaosheng's face darkened. "Chanting Monk. You're Fellow Daoist Kong Chan, aren't you?"
Kong Chan glanced at Fu Chaosheng in surprise. "To think someone here knows this humble monk. All the better. Since you know my name, you should know how I conduct myself. I advise you not to act rashly."
Fu Chaosheng said coldly, "If we refuse to go around and insist on proceeding, would you truly dare attack?"
Kong Chan froze, his expression stiffening.
"Enough! We won't interfere with the war in the Blue Ice Sea Area. But after this, I