The spectral figure looked like a pirate, clad in medieval attire, a black bandana with a printed skull pattern tied around his head, his hand gripping a sailor's cutlass similar in spirituality to those of the few men present.
"Kalun Shipbuilding Association?" cried a whip-wielder in shock, as he furiously charged toward the four newcomers, "Dare you attack our Cultivation Academy?!!!"
Boom!
An eight-meter-long spectral cutlass came slashing down, radiating a ghostly blue glow and speckles of green stars, striking him heavily.
Though the spectral blade seemed harmless, the whip-holder was not wounded but became dazed from the strike, staggering and nearly tumbling over.
Qin charged ahead, leading the way, kicking him and sending him flying, sneering, "You are the one I'll kill!"
