Yang Lingtian ignored the gasps of astonishment behind him.
He slowly sheathed his sword and let out a long breath of foul air.
With one sword strike, all laws were shattered and everything returned to chaos.
That sword strike had looked effortless.
In truth, it had already drawn nearly thirty percent of the Chaos Power within his body.
Still, seeing the astonishing result, Yang Lingtian felt the expenditure had been worth it.
"What are you all still standing around for?" Yang Lingtian turned around.
Seeing the group of female prodigies still standing there in a daze, he said irritably,
"Clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils. This one-horned thunder whale's Demon Core is a real treasure, so don't waste it."
"Huh? Oh, right, right. Yes, Sect Master!" Everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly answered.
The way they looked at Yang Lingtian had completely changed.
Before, they had been grateful to and awed by Yang Lingtian.
Now, they worshiped and trusted him completely.
He was a powerhouse truly worthy of their allegiance.
Over the days that followed, the Black Dragon's voyage became much smoother.
Perhaps the deterrence of Yang Lingtian's sword strike had been too great, or perhaps they had gradually sailed out of the core region of the Myriad Beast Star Domain.
The frequency with which they encountered Starry Sky Demon Beasts dropped drastically.
The occasional few that were foolish enough to attack were easily dealt with by the female prodigies, who had already grown stronger. Yang Lingtian did not need to act at all.
The atmosphere aboard the ship also shifted from its initial tension and oppression to one of ease and liveliness.
Once the pressure of survival was gone, these heavenly prodigies gradually returned to their naturally spirited dispositions.
They gathered together to exchange cultivation