"Black Heart Eleven Bandits, have you grown tired of living to dare rob the 'Beishui Yang Family'?"
A golden-robed elder stared straight ahead and shouted coldly.
He stood on a large blue ship, which bore a flag with the character "Yang" written on it.
Behind the elder, there were twenty or thirty people, most of them young in age but possessing exceptional cultivation. The weakest were around Qi Transformation Innate, and those at the Guiyuan Realm Level were not few in number; one could tell at a glance that these were elites from a certain family.
Among these twenty or thirty people, there was a particularly striking man and woman, like the moon surrounded by stars.
The man had a handsome face and extraordinary temperament, while the woman was even lovelier, a beauty that could be compared to a Heavenly Immortal, with curved willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, white teeth, and an exquisite figure.
