The middle-aged man in the green robe looked over from afar, his gaze landing on Fang Chen. He frowned and asked:
"Did you kill someone on the ship?"
"Uncle, the man he killed was a subordinate of Master Chen."
The cultivator surnamed Zhou added.
Master Chen?
The way the crowd looked at Fang Chen became increasingly strange. Some had already recognized him, recalling that incident from before.
Seeing that Fang Chen remained silent, as if tacitly admitting it, the crowd turned to the middle-aged man in the green robe, wondering how he would handle the matter.
However, at that very moment, the pitch-black night sky was suddenly pierced by a streak of light, accompanied by a deafening roar and a sharp shout:
"Fairy Yu! You have nowhere left to run. Even the Void Immortal Sword Sect refuses to take you in now. Will you not surrender and let us take you back for questioning?"
The shout was like thunder, deafening to the ears.
The people on the ship were slightly stunned, their faces revealing a trace of trepidation; it seemed they had encountered a vendetta. Such things happened frequently overseas and were not uncommon.
Moreover, that streak of light was clearly some form of thunder-based technique!
Even the Golden Core cultivators present, including the middle-aged man in the green robe, became incredibly grave. Techniques involving thunder were all extraordinary legacies; ordinary people simply couldn't access them!
Chapter 197