Although Wang Hao was only an inner palace student, he enjoyed the treatment of a silver-robed elder, so he had already received three sets of silver robes.
Taking out a silver robe from his spatial ring and putting it on, Wang Hao continued his journey, stepping on the water's surface and quickly heading towards the underwater dragon palace.
Upon entering the waters where the underwater dragon palace was located, Wang Hao sensed the presence of human martial artists.
So he slowed down, ready to merge his cultivation at any moment, enter the water, hide his body, and move forward cautiously.
At the same time, Wang Hao released his martial spirit and began to explore this area of water.
Before long, Wang Hao spotted six giant Crimson Spider ships a hundred miles away.
The six Crimson Spider behemoths were specially built by the black market in the City of the Dead to withstand the eerie power of the River Styx.
Although he used his Martial Soul, he still only probed from a distance, fearing that the powerful figures on the giant ship would discover his presence.
"So many powerful auras. Just as Han Shuo said, the black market has mobilized a large number of martial artists at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm. I estimate there are really over a thousand martial arts experts here."
The power of the black market should not be underestimated; the mere thought of thousands of martial artists at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm is terrifying.
Wang Hao's martial spirit was invisible and formless, like a gentle breeze, flying in mid-air, observing the six giant red spider ships from afar.
Suddenly, Wang Hao spotted a familiar figure on one of the Crimson Spider giant ships—it was Yan Bing.
His hands were bound with iron chains, his legs were shackled, and his neck, chest, back, and abdomen were covered in bloody wounds from being whipped, making him look extremely pitiful.
Besides Yan Bing, there were hundreds of other ragged Earth Realm warriors on the Red Spider giant ship, all wearing iron chains and tied to the mast.
"Yan Bing was actually captured by them. I wonder if the others have been captured as well."
Wang Hao's martial spirit scanned the six giant red spider ships but found no trace of Qing Ran, Shi Mengqi, or the others, so he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"It's understandable that the black market is arresting disciples from the six major academies, but why is it arresting other Earth Realm martial artists, and in such large numbers? Is there some hidden reason?"
Just as Wang Hao was pondering how to save Yan Bing, a group of black market warriors emerged from the cabin of the giant Red Spider ship.
Among them, Yinshan and the four Lius walked in front, and the martial artists behind them were all at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm, wearing black wings and broad-shouldered swords.
Everyone possesses an aura of dominance.
"Why did you bring me here? Who are you people? I am Wang Jingtian, the heir of the Wang family. If my father finds out, you are all dead!"
A rather ornately dressed man, chained to the mast, kept shouting as if being the heir of the royal family made him so great that he could intimidate the other party.
Upon hearing Wang Jingtian's shouts, Yinshan's face turned cold, and he gave an order to one of the black market martial artists beside him.
The black market martial artist nodded, a mocking smile on his face. He walked up to Wang Jingtian and drew a magic-grade whip. Sparks flickered on the whip as he lashed it at Wang Jingtian.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
After only two lashes, Wang Jingtian immediately screamed in agony and begged for mercy.
However, the black market martial artist did not stop, and continued to lash out, beating Wang Jingtian until his flesh and blood were flying everywhere.
He only stopped when Wang Jingtian was beaten to the point of near death.
Valley Battle
"Pah! The mere Wang family dares to threaten our black market."
After finishing his beating, the black market martial artist spat fiercely onto Wang Jingtian's face.
On the deck, the other captured Earth Realm warriors, who had initially wanted to resist, all calmed down upon seeing this scene.
Even if they wanted to resist, they could only remain silent for now.
Without seeing that expert from the Wang family, he would have been beaten half to death.
Yinshan glanced at the martial artists on the deck, then fixed his gaze on Yan Bing. He walked over and said coldly, "Yan Bing, you can be considered a prodigy."
“Our young master is a man who cherishes talent. Now, we are giving you one last chance. As long as you tell us where Wang Hao is, the young master will definitely spare your life. You should think it over carefully, this is your last chance.”
Yan Bing's long hair covered most of his face, but it couldn't hide his wild temperament.
He curled his lips into a smile and said, "Let's not talk about it for now. I don't know where Junior Brother Wang is. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
Yinshan snorted coldly, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He channeled his true energy to his fingertips, about to pierce Yan Bing's heart with one finger.
"Wait a minute."
Li Xu walked out of the cabin, put his hands behind his back, walked up to Yin Shan, and said with a smile, "Senior Jin, the young master is quite interested in Yan Bing and wants to see just how strong the former Heavenly Star Giant Strength King really is."
"Does the young master intend to personally test this boy's cultivation level?" Yinshan asked.
Yinshan dared not underestimate Li Xu, because Li Xu was now a favorite of Yin Yi and enjoyed Yin Yi's deep trust.
Li Xu shook his head and smiled, "To test Yan Bing's cultivation level, there's no need for the young master to take action. It's more than enough for me to do it on your behalf."
Two martial arts experts from the black market, who looked to be in their sixties or seventies, immediately went over and untied the iron chains binding Yan Bing's hands and feet.
As soon as the chains were untied, Yan Bing threw a long punch, and purple light emanated from his fist, forming a huge fist shadow.
Yan Bing knew that Li Xu wanted to test him because his tribe had lived deep in the mountains for many years and seemed to have a different bloodline than ordinary people. However, he had lived for so long and never felt that he was any different from ordinary people.
Li Xu's lips curled into a smile. He slightly shifted his feet and turned his body to the side, dodging Yan Bing's full-force punch.
Yan Bing was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Li Xu to be able to dodge his punch so easily. His speed and agility were even better than before.
Li Xu snorted coldly, lifted his legs off the ground, and kicked Yan Bing in the chest.
Yan Bing stepped onto the deck and soared into the air, leaping more than ten feet high. While dodging Li Xu's attack, he also struck down with a palm, aiming for Li Xu's head.
Li Xu only used his martial arts cultivation, because after meeting Wang Hao, he felt that he should focus on one path and use breathing techniques as an auxiliary method.
"Thousand-Handed War God!"
Li Xu bent his knees slightly and struck upwards with his palms, creating countless hand shadows, as if he had simultaneously unleashed a thousand palm prints.
"Bang!"
The two palm prints collided, creating an energy ripple that flew out in all directions.
The black market warriors standing not far away were all forced to retreat continuously by that palm wind.
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