The sound of the Flying Ship fleet echoed through the mountains like low thunder.
The protective formations on the Flying Ships shimmered with faint flowing light, resisting the impact of the high-altitude currents.
"Buzz—!"
Suddenly, the flagship Flying Ship at the very front, like a moving fortress, came to an abrupt halt! Its massive hull decelerated sharply in the midst of high-speed flight.
Ahead, three figures hovered steadily along the fleet's inevitable flight path, blocking the entire formation's way!
Powerful spiritual pressure spread like an invisible tide, stirring the surrounding clouds and mist.
The three wore lavish Daoist robes of different styles, each bearing an extraordinary air. They were all great cultivators of the Spirit Transformation Stage!
Behind them, one could vaguely see ranges of spirit mountains shrouded in the glow of a faint mountain-protecting formation. They clearly represented a local great sect with vast territory and deep foundations.
Such a massive and unfamiliar fleet of Flying Ships had barged into the core airspace of their sphere of influence without notice. It was undoubtedly a grave provocation against their authority!
The gray-robed Old Demon at the lead had a lean face and eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
One hand was clasped behind his back while the other slowly stroked his silver-white beard. He seemed relaxed, yet the pressure radiating from him was not the least bit weaker.
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the Flying Ships' roar and the howling gale.
"The land ahead belongs to my sect. Where have you fellow cultivators come from, and what business brings you here? Come out and give an answer. Do not break the rules."
Before his words had faded, a cold sword light rose from the flagship's deck.
Nangong Wan arrived on her sword and stopped steadily