Immortal Sect Warship Blots Out the Sky, Savage Man Carries a Stele to Smash the Black Market

Southeastern horizon.

A thirty-zhang-long Azure Firmament blood-red warship tore through the heavy clouds. The enormous totem banner of the Azure Firmament Sword Sect snapped and rattled in the wind.

The pressure of a Core Formation-stage formation poured down like an overwhelming canopy. Amid thunderous roars, the warship forcibly came to a halt directly above the ruins of Spirit-Severing Valley on Immortal-Breaking Mountain.

At the front of the deck, an Azure Firmament inner sect law-enforcement envoy looked down. The valley below had long since been blasted into scorched charcoal by last night's heavenly lightning. The envoy held an Eight-Trigram Soul-Seeking Compass in his hands. Its surface was covered in bizarre blood patterns, and its needle was swinging madly, trying to draw in the aura below.

The Black Mud City Lord stood hunched over beside the envoy, rubbing his hands together frantically. His luxurious Daoist robe had been soaked through with cold sweat.

"Your Excellency, Envoy, please see clearly." The Black Mud City Lord wiped the sweat rolling down his forehead, his voice trembling. "It was absolutely that Core Formation old monster from the Western Wasteland's Blood Demon Sect causing trouble last night! That old ghost's methods are incomparably cruel. Not only did he shatter our city-protecting grand formation, he even ran into these deep mountains and forests to invoke heavenly might! Steward Song Que must have encountered him and suffered his poisonous hand!"

The envoy ignored the old dog. He casually gestured downward.

Two inner sect elites clad in azure sword robes immediately vaulted over the rail and jumped straight into the massive crater blasted out by lightning below. After landing, both formed spirit-probing hand seals at once. Several streaks of azure light struck the blackened soil and swept through the area.

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