More than a hundred li away, two figures stood silently facing each other over the surface of the sea.
Nearby were several massive ships, with quite a few martial artists from the Divine Sect and the Nine Immortal Dao Palace standing aboard them.
"Brother Mo, that move of yours just now was truly wondrous and awe-inspiring. I'm afraid you struck the waves all the way a hundred li away. If ordinary people had seen it, they would have been filled with admiration!"
"Brother Wu's methods were impressive as well. That Nine Immortal Great Hand Seal just now—within the Rong Kingdom, I imagine there aren't many Upper Third-Grade experts who could withstand it."
"Not at all, not at all..."
Were these two idiots engaging in commercial mutual flattery?
Did sect experts have to come out from time to time to make their presence known, so that everyone else would know how powerful their sects were?
Yang Ling's spiritual perception swept over the area with perfect clarity. Even the flow of Vital Blood within the bodies of the two Upper Third-Grade experts was within his perception.
In the blink of an eye, the spiritual perception that had extended outward returned.
Yang Ling said lightly to Elder Zhao:
"Your two first-rate sects' Upper Third-Grade experts are sparring on the course of the Tianyuan River. Did you report it to the Iron Garment Division in advance?"
Dongfang Jingshuo looked somewhat uneasy.
Elder Zhao took a deep breath and smiled.
"We don't need to file a report."
"You don't need to? Then you simply didn't."
Yang Ling nodded lightly. "This doesn't count as sparring. This is a mass brawl and a disturbance of the peace."
"Wu Chengquan, set sail."
Wu Chengquan froze for a moment, his face turning pale.
"M-Milord... If two Upper Third-Grade experts