"Hahaha, what a joke. Do they not inquire who I am, Mad Blade Xue Ba? In these waters, someone dares to threaten me? Boy, no matter who you are, today you will die here!"
Among the Loose Cultivators, someone flew into a rage. They were desperadoes, and had truly never come across such an arrogant clan scion.
Just with a few words, he expected them to kneel right here, what audacity!
"Elder Mo, at the port, we must follow the rules of the Eastern Sea, a slight punishment will suffice,"
the leading young man said lightly, with a faint smile on his face.
"Yes!"
Elder Mo stretched out one hand and pressed lightly in the void, appearing calm and casual.
In just an instant, the ground beneath the feet of Mad Blade Xue Ba who had spoken cracked inch by inch; his knees buckled, and he directly knelt down, forming two deep pits in the ground. His lower body sank into the abyss, leaving only his head on the surface, twisting around.
"This..."
"Who exactly are you?"