Directly Making a Move, I Want to See Blood Flow Like a River!

At this thought, he steadied himself slightly.

He immediately sent a trusted aide to bring Su Wanqing over under guard.

Then he carefully questioned him about the whole matter.

At first, all he asked about was that Flying Ship.

He had already formed what seemed like the most plausible guess.

Most likely, that girl Wanqing had gotten Mo Yan's permission to board the ship for some fun, then, not knowing the gravity of things, caused some mishap and brought the Flying Ship down.

With that thought, the stone in his heart settled somewhat.

Though the Flying Ship was precious, no matter how painful it was to see it smashed, they could still afford to compensate for it.

But as he kept asking.

His heart gradually sank.

Something was wrong.

Completely wrong.

The root of this matter had nothing to do with that Flying Ship at all.

The true focus was those few youths atop the high platform.

For some unknown reason, they had arrived in fury.

The moment Mo Yan's Flying Ship showed itself, it had been casually cut from the sky.

Casually.

Hearing those two words, Su Heling felt as though the sky had collapsed.

But he was not the only one whose heart sank.

Even Mo Yan himself was utterly baffled at that moment.

Qin Wangchuan, Chu Wujiu, and that indistinct figure... seemed to be Yun Zexuan and the others.

Why had such legendary figures come here?

Just as Mo Yan furrowed his brows in thought, Old Chen leaned in from the side.

"Young Master, the sect has just sent word."

"They said they've temporarily suppressed it."

Mo Yan nodded faintly at those words.

He had hurried back toward the sect this time because of an edict.

For some unknown reason, a massive number of Alien Races had