They had never imagined that Qing Chen would attack so suddenly, without so much as a warning.
Without even half a word of formalities, the Spirit Cannon's beam tore through the sky and blasted straight at Yellow Peace Island's protective barrier.
The Wang Household had no time to react, let alone drive the formation to its full strength.
"Wh-what kind of fighting is this?!"
"Who wages war like this?!"
"Patriarch! The people from the Condensed Jade Sect... how dare they?!"
Many Wang Household cultivators looked ashen as they turned toward Wang Anquan, who stood beside them with his brows tightly furrowed, trying to find an answer.
Wang Anquan's mind was just as chaotic; like a ten-foot monk unable to reach his own head, he could make neither head nor tail of it.
He stared fixedly at the Mysterious Blood Warship outside the island, its killing intent surging into the heavens, and at the Spirit-Annihilating Cannon on its deck, which had lit up again, runes flowing across it.
A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
"Why aren't they playing by the rules..." His lips trembled as he said,
"You could at least call out first! Say a few words, and I... I'd even offer up my Dao companion from the Xu Household of Sea Prosperity Island with both hands to beg for peace!"
He had already prepared to cut off his own flesh and compromise, yet the other side had not even given him a chance to speak! They had simply fired a shot.
"Act as they see fit... so this is acting as they see fit!"
Wang Anquan gritted his teeth. "Opening fire without so much as a warning? What does their Condensed Jade Sect take my Yellow Peace Island for?!"
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