The sword tip trembled.
Wang Ba's heart stirred as well.
Have we reached the Sword Hut that Martial Uncle Xumi mentioned?
Just then.
An excited voice filled with joy suddenly rang out from a distant snowy mountain:
"Xumi! Haha! You've finally come!"
"Hm?"
Wang Ba, Yinghe, and Li Yingfu all froze.
Before the voice had faded.
An intensely condensed streak of Sword Light, seemingly shimmering with five colors, suddenly shot toward them from afar!
"Chief Director, watch out!"
Sensing the extreme danger that streak of Sword Light brought, Yinghe's expression changed sharply.
Almost instantly, he raised a defensive radiance.
Li Yingfu was slightly slower, but stepped forward to shield him as well.
Wang Ba was the last of the three to summon the Profound Dragon Dao Soldiers.
Could this man be Martial Uncle Xumi's enemy?!
But those five colors on the Sword Light... why do they look so familiar?
Caught off guard, Wang Ba had no time to think it through and swiftly activated the Zen Shadow Robe.
In almost the blink of an eye, the Sword Light had reached the Iron Ship.
Yet it abruptly stopped, swaying slightly as though searching for something.
"Huh? Not Xumi?"
The voice was full of puzzlement.
The three saw a figure come bounding at incredible speed from deep within the distant snowy mountains.
Though he was leaping, he moved so fast that Wang Ba could not even make out his appearance, seeing only a blur that abruptly landed before the Iron Ship.
Only then did he see that the newcomer had a filthy face and disheveled hair, his beard and hair tangled in knots.
He wore a crude, blackened robe, tattered beyond repair.
He looked even more like a savage than the cultivators of Tupi Continent.
Yet none of the three aboard the