Over a hundred li away, two figures stood facing each other quietly on the sea.
Several huge ships were nearby, carrying many martial artists from the Divine Sect and the Nine Immortal Dao Palace.
"Brother Mo, that move of yours was truly unfathomable in its divine might. I'm afraid you nearly sent those waves a hundred li away. If the world saw it, everyone would surely be filled with admiration!"
"Your methods were no less impressive, Brother Wu. I imagine few Upper Third Rank experts in the Rong State could withstand that Nine Immortal Great Palm Seal of yours."
"You flatter me..."
Were these two assholes out here trading compliments?
Did sect experts have to come out and make their presence known from time to time so others would know how powerful their sects were?
Yang Ling's mental perception swept over the scene, taking in everything clearly. Even the flow of qi and blood within these two Upper Third Rank experts was within his perception.
In the blink of an eye, the mental power he had extended returned.
Yang Ling said mildly to Elder Zhao,
"The Upper Third Rank experts of your two first-rate sects are sparring in the Tianyuan River's waterway. Did you report this to the Iron Clothes Department beforehand?"
Dongfang Jingshuo's gaze turned somewhat guilty.
Elder Zhao took a deep breath and smiled.
"We don't need to file a report."
"You don't need to? Then you haven't."
Yang Ling nodded slightly. "This isn't sparring. This is gathering a crowd to brawl and provoking trouble."
"Wu Chengquan, get the ship moving."
Wu Chengquan froze, his face turning somewhat pale.
"S-sir... when two Upper Third Rank experts exchange blows, the shock waves are terrifying. If we set sail now..."
He deeply regretted it. Had he known, he would have