The martial artists on the ship rushed out of their rooms and looked across the spaceship. There, numerous small spacecraft floated in the sky. On each one stood a fierce warrior wearing a red scarf, densely packed, with at least a hundred ships.
Among them, the three ships at the forefront were the most striking. Whether in size or in luxury, they far surpassed the other spacecraft. Each of the three ships had a figure standing on it, exuding a fierce and murderous aura.
"Bastards from the Beihua Sect, come out quickly!"
On the most luxurious of the three ships, a middle-aged man in a black robe stood in the center. His eyes were sullen, with a faint black glow that seemed to devour the space, and a half-smiling expression appeared at the corner of his mouth.
On the left was a rough-looking man with particularly long temples and a beard that spread out from both sides. His arms were as thick as trees, and it was he who had just shouted those curses.
