However, it seemed the opposition had no intention of showing any mercy.
"Enough talk! As the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals decrees, a traitor dies!"
"Boom!"
With the opponent's cold voice, Ye Feipeng felt the flying boat he was on, as if hit by something, began to shake violently.
"This is outrageous! If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the power to do so!"
The thunderous noises of clashing Taoist techniques were continuous, causing waves of energy like hurricanes to blow past constantly.
The flying boat suddenly seemed as fragile as duckweed in the wind, swaying as if it might fall at any time.
Inside the cabin, apart from Su Xiaomei who was still sleeping soundly, everyone else was awakened from their cultivation.
They had a bit of cultivation aptitude, but they were ultimately children in their teens.
Moreover, they were spoiled by affluent families and hadn't had any experience with mortal fights.
