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Menhua Country (i).
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
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The spirit ship boarded by the four practitioners of the God-Screening Continent's 'Flying Sword Sect' sped up quickly, flying over the Peach Forest, the border between the Cursed Desert and the Central Plains Region.

Meanwhile, there were 20 other spirit boats, which also originated from the Gate City of 1000 Dreams, chasing after the ship with the roaring sound of the engine, the result of burning Stone Energy.

The sound was extremely disturbing as twenty boats at once flew fast trying to keep up with the large ship in front of them.

Every now and then, there was the sound of people calling out, ordering the boat ahead to stop and wait for the boats to catch up with them.

The pursuing practitioners on those boats, however, only reaped anger and grew even angrier in their irritation.

They just stared angrily, watching the four people at the stern of the spirit ship, chatting casually, as if they considered the existence of the twenty pursuit boats to be just a common pastime.

"They'
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