Amidst exclamations of surprise, the Holy Ship of Light drifted in.
At the bow of the ship, the same powerful emperor was leading the team.
However, the only difference was that the powerful emperor was actually in second place.
Standing at the bow of the Holy Ship of Light was a man bathed in radiant light.
The man was extremely handsome, dressed in white, with an undisguised arrogance in his eyes.
With hands behind his back, he surveys the world with disdain.
"The Holy Son of Light... the Holy Son of Light has arrived!"
"Among the two fortresses, four sects, and eight demonic gates, the Holy Light Fortress is considered number one, and the Holy Light Son is hailed as the strongest genius, no less than the Fairy of Leisure!"
"Only something like the ultimate water could trigger its appearance in this world!"
The many independent cultivators watching from afar exclaimed in surprise.
Even Lu Fei of the Heavenly Will Sect had a slightly serious expression.
He sensed a strong threat emanating from the Holy Son of Light.
"Your Holiness!"
Amidst a sweet, coquettish voice, a graceful figure flew out from the Heavenly Will Sect's cloud boat and arrived before the Bright Cloud Boat.
"Do you remember me? Your Holiness!"
Ma Ying said with a charming smile.
She bent slightly, revealing her perfect curves, which were full of stimulation and temptation.
The Holy Son of Light glanced at Ma Ying indifferently.
"It's you!"
Ma Ying was overjoyed, and her voice became even sweeter.
"Your Holiness, I've been waiting for you ever since we parted ways!"
The Holy Son of Light smiled faintly.
"Is that so? You should feel honored to be waiting for me, the Holy Son! At the very least, you have the honor of having my gaze linger on you for even a moment!"
Ma Ying's expression froze.
That's so pretentious!
She herself was considered a top-tier beauty, yet in front of the Holy Son of Light, she only managed to capture his gaze for a single breath.
Are you kidding me!
She was completely rejected.
However, that's not all.
The Holy Son of Light waved his hand.
"Get out of my way, don't block my view!"
"you……"
Ma Ying was so embarrassed.
In front of everyone, he offered himself to the Holy Son of Light, only to find that the boy didn't care about him at all. It was so embarrassing.
However, Ma Ying knew who the Holy Son of Light was, so she naturally dared not openly get angry and had no choice but to swallow her anger and retreat.
The Holy Son of Light calmly stared at Ding Qianyue.
"You...come here! Kneel at my feet and beg me to favor you!"
Ding Qianyue frowned, a feeling of annoyance rising in her heart for no apparent reason.
Although the Holy Son of Light possessed a vast and unfathomable aura, he didn't feel as powerful as Tang Xuan to her.
"I am a disciple of the Ziwei Sect, not a member of the Bright Fortress. I apologize!"
Ding Qianyue nodded, trying to make her tone as tactful as possible.
But the meaning is quite clear.
Go wash up and go to bed!
The Holy Son of Light laughed: "Interesting, you're the first woman to reject me!"
At this moment, Lu Fei roared and said in a low voice, "Holy Son of Light, do you think I don't exist?"
The Holy Son of Light smiled faintly: "What do you think?"
Buzz!
Lu Fei did not speak, but a sword light suddenly appeared in the scabbard on his back.
Su Bufan and Dao Jun exchanged a glance and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
It turns out that Lu Fei had already cultivated to the point of controlling the sword with his divine power.
It's not that Lu Fei is arrogant, but that he truly has the ability.
With divine control over the sword, the soul power is inexhaustible, the sword intent is undying, boundless and limitless, capable of splitting the heavens and earth.
For sword cultivators, this is almost the pinnacle.
However, the Holy Son of Light remained calm.
"Hmm, not bad. You're qualified to follow in my footsteps!"
Lu Fei grinned maliciously: "I hope you can still laugh after I strike you with this sword!"
The Holy Son of Light shook his head: "You're too bored by yourself. Why don't you all join me? Anyone who wants to challenge me today, come on over!"
Lu Fei was taken aback, then his expression changed.
Suddenly, two more cloud boats appeared in the void.
However, Lu Fei was completely unaware.
But the Holy Son of Light noticed it.
The difference between the two sides is obvious at a glance.
On the bow of one of the two cloud boats stood a young martial artist holding a mourning staff.
Lu Fei frowned: "Rumor has it that the Strange Ghost Sect has three disciples of the Ghost Path. Which one are you?"
The young warrior said calmly, "I am Oni Yasha!"
"Hmm, Ghost Asura, Ghost Yaksha, Ghost Rakshasa, you are ranked second among the three Ghost Path Sons. Why didn't Ghost Asura come?" said the Holy Son of Light.
Oni Yasha sneered, "Because it's unnecessary!"
The Holy Son of Light chuckled: "Heh, back in the battle of Fengyun, I struck Ghost Asura with one move, and he lost half his life. I'm afraid he won't be able to come!"
Oni Yasha frowned deeply.
"I will avenge the Ghost Asura!"
The Holy Son of Light shook his head: "No matter how many weak people there are... they are still weak people in the end!"
He turned to look at the last cloud boat.
"The War Slave Sect has become a pack of dogs, yet it still dares to show its face. If I'm not mistaken, it must be you, Murong Ting!"
With a flash, Murong Ting appeared in front of the cloud boat.
She clenched her teeth, seemingly very wary of the Holy Son of Light.
"Woman, the War Slave Sect has fallen. Why not kneel at my feet and exchange your body for safety!"
The Way of the Holy Son of Light.
"Dream on! There has only ever been one master in my War Slave Sect!" Although Murong Ting was a woman, she had an extremely explosive personality.
"Oh, you're really disobedient, but it's alright! After I get the Ultimate Water, I'll play with you all slowly!"
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