When the First Peak disciple called out in excitement, he projected his voice with dharma force, ensuring that he could be heard from quite a distance. His voice pierced shrilly high into the dome of heaven. In fact, all of the dozens of fighting cultivators from both sides of the conflict heard him.

Xu Qing’s expression flickered and he backed up. It wasn’t just the unfathomable poetry that caused him to do so, but also... the dozens of gazes that turned in their direction. Every single one of those gazes had eyes like gods, and all of them had auras that, despite the great distance involved, had caused Xu Qing to tremble and cough up blood. Therefore, when they looked over... Xu Qing backed up without any hesitation. He fully activated his dharmaskiff’s defenses, took out some defensive talisman treasures, and waved his hand to call over his snakeneck dragon as well.

However, the indescribable terrifying pressure was so intense that, as Xu Qing’s mind spun, his snakeneck dragon collapsed, and his talisman treasures shattered. Thankfully, his dharmaskiff was extraordinary, and had been built with godliness. Therefore, though the defenses were destroyed, the boat itself remained...