Chapter 387: Journey to the Northern Continent
"As for the things Young Master obtained on the floating island, we need not investigate them. Young Master may take them.
"I have no intention of becoming enemies with you either."
As the Red-robed Elder spoke, the aura of the Saint Meridian Realm erupted from his body.
Vast Sacred Might spread through the surroundings.
Though he had yielded to Xu Zimo, he was also warning him.
He was not someone to be trifled with either!
"But we are already enemies," Xu Zimo said blandly.
He paid no heed to the Red-robed Elder's imposing presence. Overlord Shadow in his hand swept across the deck beneath his feet.
Clanging sounds rang out around them.
A white mark stood out starkly across the deck where the blade had passed.
The ship was utterly silent.
Everyone stood to one side, silent as cicadas in winter, watching the conflict unfold.
"Is Young Master declaring war on my Ning Family?" The Red-robed Elder narrowed his eyes.
The immense aura around him surged and hovered through the air.
Xu Zimo ignored the Old Man and turned to look at the people nearby.
"Does anyone among you know how to sail this ship?" he asked.
The crowd fell silent for a moment. At last, a man in blue robes stepped forward.
In a weak voice, he said, "I do."
"Good. Then I can kill without worry," Xu Zimo said with a soft laugh.
Overlord Shadow trembled faintly, as though it were excited.
Xu Zimo held the curved saber in hand, his bright gaze fixed on the Red-robed Elder.
The aura around him grew stronger and stronger, while his Meridian Gates opened one after another.
"Lunquan, Mystic Bone, Chaoyingfeng.
Kunhai, Huanxue, Muhuansong."
And the seventh Meridian Gate, "Biyuan."
The instant the