There is no wind in the Abyss.
At this moment, Qin Ze felt the high-speed flow of air.
There's something on our heads.
On the enormous back of the Abyss Puppet, Qin Ze was only a tiny black dot.
Furthermore, he concealed his presence, so the other party did not notice.
However, Qin Ze also failed to detect the other party's specific presence, only sensing it slightly through the flowing air currents.
Qin Ze looked at the merchant ship diagonally below Abyss Puppet; the side of the ship bore the insignia of the Night Clan.
"Are they planning to rob a merchant ship?"
Qin Ze clearly sensed that the current was heading towards the Night Clan merchant ship.
Once upon a time, Flying Circus Man also conducted similar business at sea.
However, as Flying Circus Man grew bigger and stronger, the Captain no longer looked down on this kind of petty business.
Qin Ze marveled at the courage of this outlaw, who dared to rob even a merchant ship of the Night Clan.
The opponent must have some kind of talent for concealment, but they haven't mastered it, and still gave themselves away a little.
As it approached the merchant ship, the airflow became increasingly stronger.
Qin Ze shook his head. "Too hasty."
If it were him, he would choose to proceed gradually.
But this guy was like a rabid dog that hadn't eaten for days; he pounced on any piece of fatty meat he saw.
The Captain watched with great interest. "He's obviously a newbie, with no experience."
"Practice makes perfect. Once he's done more, he'll probably grasp the essence of this field."
The Captain, speaking in the tone of a seasoned veteran, kept offering his evaluations.
As the airflow approached the merchant ship, a powerful aura surged up from the deck.
" He Fang dares to provoke the Night Clan's merchant ships!"
An elderly man with white hair and beard stood on air.
He was dressed entirely in black, and there wasn't a single white showing in his eyes.
His robes fluttered in the wind, and his powerful aura surged like endless waves.
Peak of Level Nine Old Deng!
Qin Ze frowned. "This ship looks like it has a lot of cargo."
Peak of Level Nine martial artist serving as a guard on a merchant ship must mean there are dozens of vats of Life Essence on board; no wonder someone would try to rob it.
boom--
The elder of the Night Clan threw a heavy punch forward.
The air current not far away shattered instantly, transforming into a bald eagle with a wingspan of 100 meters.
"Holy crap~"
"You old fool, you have no martial ethics!"
"All I wanted was your wrecked ship, and you want my life!"
The bald eagle cursed and swore, unleashing a torrent of abuse at the Night Clan elder.
Upon seeing this, Qin Ze exclaimed in surprise, "A talking beast, and it speaks so fluently!"
The bald eagle is a genuine mythical beast.
Its scent doesn't lie.
Judging from his aura, this guy is at least SSS-level.
However, what puzzled Qin Ze was that the bald eagle's aura was not purely that of a strange beast; it also carried a trace of Chaos, much like the Chaos Beast that Qin Ze had crushed before.
"I'll let it slide, considering you're such an old man."
"Leave the ship behind, take your men and get out of here, or I'll lose my temper."
"Let me tell you, when I lose my temper, even I'm afraid of myself!"
The bald eagle launched into another barrage of verbal attacks.
The Night Clan elder snorted coldly, and a shadow greatsword, tens of meters long, pierced through the Parting Clouds, plunging straight into the back of the white-headed eagle.
Snap--
The bald eagle transformed into scattered air currents, and the Shadow Greatsword missed its target, crashing heavily into the Abyss, cleaving a fissure hundreds of meters long into the ground.
"Damn it! You Little Black are really despicable, just like that old black guy."
The bald eagle reappeared on the starboard side of the merchant ship.
It muttered curses as it flapped its wings.
A white stream of air was released from it, forming the same shape and outline, and rushed towards the merchant ship.
The Night Clan elder shattered the airflow with a single palm strike, and the bald eagle seized the opportunity to close in.
Those sharp claws were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, intent on tearing the old man apart.
Just then, the old man's entire body turned black, and he became a shadow.
The bald eagle swooped down but missed, and the old man emerged from beneath it, unleashing a barrage of black shadow spikes like a rain of pear blossoms.
The bald eagle frantically rolled and dodged, exclaiming, "You Little Black are really annoying!"
"Take my advice, that thing is useless to you. Give it to me."
"I've known your goddess for a long time, would I lie to you?"
The Night Clan elder clearly had no intention of wasting words with this guy and immediately went all out.
The bald eagle also got angry, stirring up a wind that covered an area of ten miles.
As the saying goes, what is said without malice may be taken to heart by the listener.
The God of Greed, who was secretly observing, heard every word the bald eagle had just said.
What is that?
Qin Ze patted the Abyss Puppet, signaling it to rise and hover.
He himself, under the cover of the invincible Shelter Space, quietly approached the merchant ship.
The Night Clan elder and the White-headed Eagle were locked in a fierce battle, and neither of them noticed the faint spatial fluctuations within the Shelter Space.
The clones on the Local Area Network were unusually excited.
"We're going to be rich! We're going to be rich, brothers!"
"As expected of the God of Greed, he's best at these petty thefts."
"How dare you! How can you speak like that? This is called assessing the situation!"
Could there be an SSS-Rank Soul Orb on the ship?
" The Soul Orb aren't that attractive to alien beasts, they must be something much more powerful!"
"..."
Amidst the commotion of his clones, Qin Ze had already boarded the merchant ship's deck.
On the deck stood dozens of the Night Clan warriors, all dressed in uniform and all of them Advanced Martial Artist, ready for battle.
Everyone was on edge, intently watching the battle in the sky.
A man who looked like a leader spoke up, "Everyone, stay alert! Nothing on the ship can go wrong. We must deliver the goods safely to the Myriad Races Black Market, or we'll all lose our heads."
To avoid causing violent spatial fluctuations, Qin Ze walked slowly on the deck.
The ship was heading to the Myriad Races Black Market. Qin Ze had a vague feeling that the items on board were related to the upcoming Myriad Races Grand Tournament.
Because the soldiers were all focused on the battlefield situation, no one noticed the God of Greed sneaking into the rear warehouse.
"Gemstones, Soul Orb, Martial Artifact, and some Life Essence... nothing special."
Qin Ze took everything from the back warehouse, and the huge warehouse was soon empty.
The warehouse is made of special materials that can isolate most mental energy.
Qin Ze walked along the surrounding walls, feeling his way, and soon discovered something unusual.
There's a hidden door.
The spiritual energy isolated by one of the walls was greater than that isolated by the other three walls.
Qin Ze used his Shelter Space to cover most of the rear warehouse, then pressed his right hand against the wall. With a slight exertion, the entire wall shattered.
Immediately afterwards, a spacious area came into view.
"This is..."
Qin Ze's right hand froze in mid-air.
A transparent Rubik's Cube floated directly in front of him, with several intertwined crimson veins inside.
The veins, like ropes, firmly bound a constantly changing, colorful gaseous substance.
What shocked Qin Ze was not the colorful patchwork, but the red veins.
Qin Ze felt a familiar flutter in his heart.
That is... the Desolate God Bloodline!