Two thousand years ago, a strand of sword light flashed across the nine heavens, tearing through the sky.
The world recovered, and martial arts began to revive.
Two thousand years later...
Looking at the bronze warship in the sky, Su Changfeng beside him said softly, "It seems there are only a few in the entire Great Xia Dynasty."
But it makes countless people envious…
"It's definitely something to be envious of."
Lin Xuanruo nodded in particular. Who wouldn't be envious of such a rare treasure?
To be honest, even he had an urge to snatch it away.
"Not yet. This old guy is unfathomable. Even now, I still don't have a sure chance of beating him."
"And the waters around Shanhaiguan are very deep; they hide many old things. It's best to be careful."
Lin Xuan muttered to himself, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Look directly at Lu Zhantian.
Suddenly, Lu Zhantian seemed to sense something.
His eyes were like knives, fixed on Lin Xuan and his group.
In that instant, Lin Xuan immediately withdrew his gaze, activated his Breath Concealment Technique to its fullest extent, and seemed to merge with the heavens and earth.
It was as if everyone around him had overlooked his existence.
After scanning the area, Lu Zhantian frowned slightly. He had sensed someone watching him with hostility in their eyes.
But upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.
Even under Lin Xuan's concealment technique, his gaze swept over Lin Xuan without causing him the slightest reaction, as if he had not seen Lin Xuan's existence at all.
Lin Xuan immediately sneered.
His Breath Concealment Technique is a low-level martial skill, and he has even cultivated it to the point of entering the Dao realm.
Conceal your aura and diminish your presence.
It couldn't be easier.
"Could it be that I sensed something wrong?"
Lu Zhantian muttered to himself, then looked at everyone and shouted, "Everyone, board the ship..."