Southern Domain Grand Competition

Narrowing his eyes, even with an abundance of fleas, Ye Bai was no longer concerned about being bitten.

“There is one last thing, Ye Bai. You better pray that what you said is true. Otherwise, there will be no need for our Divine Sword Sect to take action. Just a flick of a finger from the Ten-Thousand Sword Sect will be enough to crush you. Take care of yourself,” Wan Quan threatened.

After uttering these words filled with menace, Wan Quan patted a pocket at his waist. Immediately, an airship soared into the sky, expanding as it faced the wind. In no time, it transformed into a massive flying vessel.

The flying vessel spanned across the martial stage, with Wan Quan being the first to board and stand at the bow, his gaze no longer on Ye Bai but on Lu Yuan.

Peculiarly, the other elders, with strange expressions, also boarded the vessel.

They had initially thought they were here to seize the treasure, but no one had expected the situation to turn out like this.