It was an ultra-luxurious yacht more than two hundred meters long, with guards posted all over it.
Tang Changsheng had barely landed on the deck when the bodyguards spotted him. "Who's there?" they shouted.
More than a dozen guns opened fire without hesitation...
Yet every bullet stopped about ten feet from Tang Changsheng. Robbed of all momentum, they clattered to the deck.
"A ghost..."
Even the fiercest gunmen felt their scalps prickle at the sight. They could not believe a living person could do such a thing.
Before their cries had faded, flying forks, poisonous smoke, Gu Worms, and even Flying Swords came hurtling toward Tang Changsheng.
The result was the same. None proved any more effective than the bullets.
A faint red glow surrounded Tang Changsheng, and no attack could breach it.
"The Yin Spirit Realm... Stop!"
At the shout, the attacks ceased. Cedric and several elders emerged, surrounded like the moon by stars. "True Person Tang has arrived!"
Tang Changsheng gave a slight nod and tossed Shi Yiqian out of the Heaven and Earth Bag. "So it's the Grand Sage. And who might the others be?"
Among the elders who had emerged were men and women, foreigners and Chinese. What they shared was a composed bearing and depths they kept hidden. Clearly, none was weaker than Cedric!
Now, though, they stared at Tang Changsheng as if they had seen a ghost.
An outsider watched the spectacle; an expert saw the workings beneath. Only experts like them could recognize how astonishing Tang Changsheng's cultivation had become.
Rumors from all quarters had claimed he had reached the Yin Spirit Realm, but many still did not believe them.
Cultivation had grown ever harder in this Age of Declining Dharma. Even before the decline, back in the Eastern Glory World, few could