Su Jie was shocked.
No wonder the journey back had been so calm, they were waiting to strike with force.
Before one could speak, the Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples, who were still feasting on the deck, were caught off guard and killed.
Twenty meters away from Su Jie's Slave Trading Ship was the attacking twin-sailed fast ship.
On the opposing deck, seven or eight disciples clad in white Sun Moon robes and wearing purple-gold crowns spat out a sword pill each, which transformed into sparkling cold three-foot Flying Swords.
In a swooshing sound, several disciples were slain on the spot, their bodies severed.
They were disciples from the Golden Sword Sect, a sect skilled in controlling Flying Swords.
There was also a group of disciples with blue facial paintings, who, while manipulating spells, stepped on the bursting waves of the Golden Sand River, advancing step by step toward the Slave Trading Ship.
