The waters of the Grand Canal seemed to surge much faster at that moment, letting out deep, rumbling booms.
The formation between heaven and earth had yet to fully descend, and two more people from the Black Skull Sect were already dead.
Ye Jinghu had not brought his spirit beasts. After all, his Thunder Roc, Thunder Tiger, and Thunder Flood Dragon had all been obtained through the family; if there was danger, having three spirit beasts would make no difference.
If there was no danger, he was confident that even ordinary mid-stage Golden Core cultivators could do nothing to him.
Thus, he had left all three spirit beasts in Celestial Pivot Prefecture.
His brows and eyes were utterly solemn. Seeing formation flags finally appear again in the void, he swept up the spirit boat from Jade Union Sect and charged straight to the side.
His lightning techniques came with lightning evasion, and his escape speed far surpassed that of ordinary Golden Cores. On top of that, despite the loose lightning robe he wore, beneath the surface of his body, layers of lightning patterns spread densely—he was already in the state of channeling the Thunder Flood Dragon.
As a result, his escape speed became even more astonishing.
The only pity was that he had not yet broken through to the mid-stage Golden Core. In truth, over all these years, he had been constantly fighting; his strength had long since been sufficient to break through to the mid-stage Golden Core. He simply had not had any spare time to enter seclusion.
Otherwise, he would have feared not one bit even a late-stage Golden Core, or even someone at the peak of Golden Core.
"Ye Jinghu, submit obediently and reveal the secrets of your Ye Family. This seat can spare your life!" At