"The Sword Spirit Clan really is declining further and further."
Tian Hong glanced at Ling Fei, a disdainful smile appearing on his face.
Hearing his words, Ling Fei struggled desperately, driving his aura to its utmost as he tried to rise, but Tian Hong pinned him down firmly with one hand.
"The gap between you and me is far too great. How could you possibly escape my grasp?"
"Stop!"
Beside them, Feng Qingxue and Han Xingyu could no longer sit by. They attacked Tian Hong, only to be subdued by the other Imperial Army soldiers.
Feng Qingxue was a prodigy on the Heavenly God Ranking and was somewhat stronger, but she was still no match for these people.
As for Han Xingyu, there was even less to be said. With only Golden Immortal cultivation, she was sent flying straight away and fell onto the deck. Wu Dao flew from her hand as well, landing upright on the deck.
When Tian Hong saw Wu Dao, his eyes lit up. "This sword is rather interesting."
He reached out to take him.
But just then, a chilling wave of sword pressure spread from the pitch-black longsword!
For a moment, Tian Hong actually could not approach. His gaze flickered slightly. "What a treasure. I never expected an unexpected gain this time."
He roused his cultivation and reached for Wu Dao.
But at that moment, an indifferent voice suddenly rang out. "You have no right to touch that sword."
As those words fell, Wu Dao seemed to sense something and erupted with even more powerful sword pressure. Tian Hong was forced back at once. His expression shifted slightly as he looked toward a pavilion aboard the warship.
That pavilion stood on the warship and was also the source of the voice.
"Hmph, who dares play