However, judging by the other party's Flying Boat, it seemed to be exceptionally well made—and worth a fortune. They were clearly a fairly powerful group. The Endless Sea stretched as far as the eye could see; unless someone had come in a group to hunt deep-sea Monster Beasts, no one would wander out here for no reason. There was no time to set up a formation. Besides, what good would one do if the other party had a Golden Core Cultivator? If they didn't, then they were practically delivering a fortune right into their hands.
Their own side had a Golden Core Cultivator, and there was no hiding that fact—or any need to. As usual, Qian Luo took the lead, with the rest of the group standing behind him. Qian Luo hovered in midair at the bow, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed. He watched the other party's Flying Boat draw closer, utterly unruffled. Drawing a deep breath, he called out, "Who goes there? Stop a hundred zhang away, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Qian Luo's words were carefully chosen. First, he wanted to bolster his side's morale. If the other party was powerful, he also wanted to give them pause, so they wouldn't rashly come knocking their teeth against a hard stone. At the very least, they would wait until they had tested each other's strength before making a final decision. Few groups started a fight the moment they encountered another Flying Boat, without first gauging the other side's strength. With bad luck, that would be tantamount to courting death.
Sure enough, Qian Luo's words drew a response. The large Flying Boat slowly came to a halt, lingering a hundred zhang away. At the same time, a hearty laugh rang out from