Fierce Battle at Sea

"The golden sword!"

The young Taoist priest had recognized the spirit tool that had been used to pull a sneak attack on him. This spirit tool had belonged to one of his fellow apprentices.

However, he didn't get sufficient time to look for the person who had stimulated the movement of this golden sword. He suddenly heard two shrill ear-piercing "Whoosh" sounds as two black arrows darted toward him while piercing through the air.

A shiver ran down his spine when he saw this. The long shuttle under his feet radiated brightly, and flashed backwards to evade the imminent attack. However, his movement was slightly disordered.

The young Taoist priest succeeded in evading the arrows since he had prepared well. However, the golden sword on the other side turned into a streak of golden light, and swooped toward him once again. The Taoist priest was panic-stricken. He felt a spark of overwhelming fear in his heart.

"This isn't good!"