The thousand-zhang treasure ship's deck had fractured across a vast area.
Wood chips and fragments of Primordial Profound Iron littered the ground.
Three thousand-zhang Dharma Forms floated in midair, their immense pressure crashing straight down onto the ship.
The treasure ship's formation light screen completely shattered.
Thousands of martial artists on deck were crushed flat against the ground, their bones creaking under unbearable strain.
An Old Man in a dark-gold brocade robe clutched a broken mast with both hands, forcibly bearing that pressure as he straightened his body.
The Myriad Beast Sect's Grand Elder stationed aboard the ship, Mo Qianchou.
Half-step Dharma Aspect Realm true essence raced madly through his body, resisting the laws' pressure pouring down from above.
Mo Qianchou's face was flushed red, veins bulging across his forehead.
He bit through his tongue, using the sharp pain to force out a breath of inner strength, then raised his head.
"Three Martial Marquises!"
Mo Qianchou's voice, infused with true essence, exploded across the treasure ship.
"This old man is Mo Qianchou, an elder of the Myriad Beast Sect of the Great Gan Dynasty!"
"This ship is the Great Gan Myriad Beast Sect's inter-prefecture treasure ship!"
"You three have made such a tremendous spectacle, forcibly stopping our sect's treasure ship and even injuring our sect's disciples and the distinguished guests aboard!"
Mo Qianchou clasped his fists, holding the names of the Great Gan Dynasty and the Myriad Beast Sect high as he stared fixedly at the three figures above.
"Great Yan and Great Gan have always kept to their own waters. Do you three intend to ignite a great war between our two sects, perhaps even our two nations?!"
As his words rang out.
The pressure weighing upon the treasure ship paused for an infinitesimal moment.
In midair.
Wind Martial