After accepting Zhong Xinpeng's spoils of war, Su Jie finally set his gaze on the cruise ship.
"Hmm, people of the righteous sect?"
Su Jie's figure floated onto the ship, his eyes sweeping across the entire area.
On the cruise ship, the maids and servants were all trembling with fear. The reputation of demon cultivators was always associated with evil, filled with murder and death. Coupled with the scene of Su Jie personally killing Zhong Xinpeng earlier, it was no wonder that these ordinary people were panicking.
Even Wei Qingwan, Qin Mengying, and Wei Lanchen, who were all accomplished cultivators in the Secret Realm, felt a chill down their spines, as if they had encountered a natural enemy. From the inside out, their brains constantly signaled to their bodies to flee from Su Jie, the source of danger.
Su Jie's gaze passed over and locked onto the elder. This person gave Su Jie a feeling not much different from Zhong Xinpeng.
"How should I address you, sir?"
