"Brother Ao, Brother Wu Fei, let's go."
Xu Qing tossed the corpse in his hand onto the ground, then turned to Ao Tianchang and Wu Fei.
Ao Tianchang nodded.
The killing intent around him had yet to fade. Clearly, the pirates' atrocities had disgusted him.
Wu Fei said calmly, "Let's go. We'll end this quickly."
The four figures flashed and vanished from where they stood, flying toward the hidden sea region.
Xu Qing and the others flew through the starry skies at tremendous speed, soon approaching that hidden sea region.
Along the way, they encountered quite a few small pirate ships, but dealt with them all with ease.
These pirate ships were clearly merely outer forces of the Myriad Gods Hall, and were not particularly strong.
Even the strongest were only at the early Saint King Rank. With a casual wave of Mo Li's hand, they were reduced to ashes.
Xu Qing and the others did not waste much time.
Their target was the Myriad Gods Hall's headquarters—the Saint Venerable and Saint King Rank experts.
Before long, they arrived at the hidden sea region.
It was a vast ocean, its surface roiling with turbulent waves and undercurrents.
Specks of light like stars shone within the seawater.
Deep within these waters lay a massive hidden island. That was where the Myriad Gods Hall headquarters stood.
"Gentlemen, our target is in sight. It's time to show them what fear is! Don't steal my kills!"
A cold gleam flashed in Xu Qing's eyes as he spoke in a low voice.
With a flicker, he shot forward like lightning tearing through the stars, racing toward the island hidden amid the surging waves.
How could Ao Tianchang and the other two be willing to fall behind?
They immediately followed after him, streaking forward like bolts