To avoid provoking the corrupt cultivators into harming the hostages, the speedboat was not assigned a driver. Instead, Chi Ling personally manned the helm, steering the boat with steady precision.0

Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan focused on regulating their breathing to adjust themselves to peak condition, while Fei Lianzi polished the two longswords that he had just borrowed. He realized that the military's standard-issue swords were far superior to those wielded by the disciples of his sword sect, making him feel a sense of admiration.0

He chuckled. "If those corrupt cultivators knew how many experts were hiding around them, would they be scared enough to jump straight into the sea?"0

"This is the first time we're revealing our combat capabilities," Chi Ling explained as she gazed at the island growing closer. "Fei Yu, try to draw as many of the corrupt cultivators to our side as possible."0

"Understood, Mistress. When we land, stay on the boat for a few moments. The longer we can stall them, the better," Wang Sheng replied.0

Having reached his optimal state, he opened his eyes and stood up. His spiritual consciousness swept over the underside of the boat. Even though he knew...0