Shipmaster, the fare?
Those words made Xuan Shou and the others, who had just entered this place, suddenly change expression.
They had not expected to be targeted the moment they came in.
Shipmaster?
Hadn't the Ghost Race member who had been steering the Netherferry Ship just fled in defeat?
Xuan Shou had come here under orders in an attempt to seize control of the Netherferry Ship.
The great figures of the Immortal Realm were certain that something had gone wrong with the Netherferry Ship.
Even if they could not control the Netherferry Ship, determining what rank of weapon it currently was would still be of utmost importance.
Yet he clearly had not done anything, and he had already been discovered.
As the mist dispersed, a figure appeared before their eyes.
Naturally, Xuan Shou did not know who Qin Luo was.
But the other Emperor Rank cultivators knew Qin Luo's identity.
"A Ghost Race member from Primordial Chaos. He is a Ghost Race member from Primordial Chaos," said one of the Dao Yan Tower's tower masters in a grave voice.
"A remnant of Primordial Chaos?" Xuan Shou stared fixedly at Qin Luo. He sensed an aura of danger from him.
"Attack!" Strike first and gain the upper hand; strike later and suffer disaster. Xuan Shou was exceedingly decisive.
No matter why Qin Luo had appeared here, he had to eliminate this unknown danger.
The remaining four Emperor Rank cultivators charged at Qin Luo the instant his order was given.
One High Emperor Rank, two Mid Emperor Ranks, and two Emperor Rank Elementary cultivators.
Such strength could not be called weak.
Could Qin Luo defeat them?
He could not. There was simply no way he could.
But he had not come here to fight personally.
"As passengers, not only have you refused