Wei Dong looked as if he'd just heard the biggest joke in the world. "I, Wei Dong, am one of the Lost Ones. I reached the peak of the True Fire Realm when I was just over a hundred years old. I'd be considered an unparalleled prodigy anywhere, yet, tragically, I'm trapped here in the Mist Star Sector. No matter how hard I cultivate, my cultivation is barely progressing.
"But now fortune has finally smiled on me. A mere Treasure Refining Realm cultivator has appeared right in front of me with a treasure that has the makings of a sacred artifact. This is an incredible stroke of luck, a once-in-an-eon opportunity.
"If I kill you and take this treasure, then once I refine it into a true sacred artifact, I'll be able to fight cosmic beasts, condense a Golden Core, dominate the Mist Star Sector, and claim supreme status. And you're actually telling me to get lost?! Do you think that's possible?"
With that, he looked at Xia Ping mockingly. "Kid, a man isn't guilty of a crime, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. Blame your bad luck for running into me. When you get to the underworld, don't forget to tell Yama who killed you."
"Attack! Tear through the Black Sha Gale and kill this kid."
At his command, more than a hundred crew members immediately attacked.
Among them were over a dozen True Fire Realm cultivators and dozens of Treasure Refining Realm cultivators. The rest were all in the Divine Ability Realm. They attacked in unison, their mana shaking the air as it converged into a torrent.
It was like a great river surging forward, crashing toward Xia Ping, who stood at the heart of the storm.
Bang!
In an instant, the surrounding storm was shattered