"No matter who you are, hand over the Star Token and Emperor's Spring at once. Offer up your soul blood, and my Ice Soul Divine Palace... may spare your lives."
The icy voice pierced through the clouds and struck the silent void. It was not loud, yet it carried a chill that seemed to pierce straight into the soul, as though even the spiritual energy flowing through the surroundings had frozen for a moment.
Before the voice had faded, the warship ahead came to a stop.
With a faint flash of light, a figure stepped into the air and stood before the bow.
The newcomer was a young man with a stern face and slanted sword brows. He wore the Ice Soul Divine Palace's distinctive snow-white daoist robe, its sleeves and collar embroidered with intricate ice-ridge patterns in silver thread. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over them like ice picks. Apart from undisguised scrutiny, his eyes held a lofty indifference.
Yet it was not only him who made their hearts tremble.
More than ten powerful auras lay concealed aboard the warship, surging like undercurrents. Though their owners had not appeared, they had already formed an invisible net that sealed off the surrounding energy. One aura in particular was obscure and profound, as deep as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain. Even when Xie Fanghua quietly probed it with her divine sense as a late stage True Immortal, it vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, swallowed without a trace, making her soul tremble slightly instead.
"I advise you to get lost. Now."
Xie Fanghua stepped forward. Not only was there no fear on her face, a cold smile mixed with mockery and impatience rose at the corners of her lips. Her