Xie Qing narrowed his eyes as he faced the young-looking enemy. The man had long black hair tied in a ponytail, wore a light white hanfu, and held an ordinary-looking sword. However, the gleam in his black eyes was menacing, especially in the darkness. Xie Qing swallowed hard.
"Who are you? You know you can't just barge onto a ship?! I'm a member of a trading organization..." the young man snarled.
"Shut up. I can smell your disgusting Qi from miles away, pig. Why bother resisting when the outcome will be death? Don't waste my time. Pick up your sword and try to entertain me a little. Maybe then I'll kill you quickly and painlessly."
Xie Qing's eyes flashed with anger. He never expected to encounter a devilish cultivator during his journey, and one who was also a member of a trading organization. The enemy was at the fifth stage of the Soul Nascent, and Xie Qing knew he had to be careful. But now, he was confident in his victory.
