Northern Abyss Dragon Kun

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The Flood Dragon Ship, having lost the protection of its formation, now floated alone upon the raging sea like a giant dragon stripped of its scales. Following Mo Ling's shrill whistle, the allied forces of the Water Moon Sect and Kunming Pavilion swept in from every direction like a school of sharks that had smelled blood. Figure after figure, wrapped in fierce spiritual-power fluctuations, tore through the heavy sea fog and landed hard on the prow, the gunwales, and the masts.

"Seize the Dragon Saliva Incense, and this young master will reward you handsomely!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cries of battle were deafening, and the radiance of spiritual power instantly lit the gloomy skyline in a riot of colors.

Shi Jingtian let out a furious roar. The rocklike muscles all over his body abruptly swelled, as if he had transformed into a small giant, and with one punch he blasted a First-Rank Martial Venerable away, caving in the man's chest. He stomped down hard, and with a crack, spiderweb-like fissures spread across the deck.

Tu Jiao spun past with a sharp cry, the curved blade in her hand drawing a vicious arc that cut two Kunming Pavilion disciples attempting a sneak attack clean through at the waist. Beside her, Murong Taxue and Lin Qingxuan also attacked at the same time, one with a sword and one with a palm. Cold air and clear light intertwined, laying down a second defensive line at the stern.

At the very front of the prow, Mo Ling's gaze had been locked from beginning to end on the jade box in Tang Shiyin's arms. The entire jade box flowed with a warm, milky-white halo, and even though it was sealed tightly, a rich, secluded fragrance that made the soul tremble still spread