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Chapter 387 A moment to witness a miracle

Jiang Shiyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, the room filled with corpses, but he ultimately failed to break out of the room.

At this moment, he was severely injured, sitting against the wall, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at He Yiming and Liu Chuang a few steps away.

These two people also have it tough.

Jiang Shiyuan looks old, but it's just because he's been traveling for many years that makes him look older; his real age is only in his early fifties.

He Yiming is already over sixty years old.

If one does not enter the innate state, the body will be constrained by blood and qi. This is the reason why the saying "a boxer fears youth and strength" applies to boxing.

The ninth rank of Xuan Yuan is only one step away from the Xiantian level, but in terms of actual ability, the difference is too great.

If it weren't for Liu Chuang, a top-tier eighth-rank fighter, helping him out, He Yiming really wouldn't have been able to stop Jiang Shiyuan today.

"He Yiming, I'll go to the underworld and wait for you!" Jiang Shiyuan chuckled, and with each laugh, large clumps of blood gushed out, a sight that was terrifying to behold.

"Everyone dies eventually, whether it's sooner or later!" He Yiming reached down and pulled a fine needle from his shoulder. Looking at the blackened muscle around him, he didn't even frown. He simply drew his knife and sliced ​​away the flesh. "If you're patient enough to wait, then wait! This matter will be over soon. Everyone was killed by Yang Lixin's men. He Zudao should take the blame."

"Do you think everyone in the Great Chu Heavenly Luo is stupid?" Jiang Shiyuan sneered.

"How stupid! By the time they investigate me, I'll have already made proper arrangements for my family. I'm all alone, what do I have to fear from them?" He Yiming said nonchalantly.

"You're so naive!" Jiang Shiyuan wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "If you hide your family well, what will Zhang Quanyi use to continue to coerce you? Don't dream of such a good thing. So Tianluo will definitely find your family."

“Zhang Quanyi is not an untrustworthy person!” He Yiming shouted angrily.

"Is that so? We'll see!" Jiang Shiyuan said, "Remember, when your family has all been killed by Tianluo and you're the only one left, don't forget to burn some incense for your grandfather and let me know!"

"Kill him!" He Yiming roared, his voice trembling. He suddenly felt that what the person in front of him said might actually be true.

If someone discovers your weakness, uses it once and finds it quite useful, will they refrain from using it a second time?
At least I will use this person again and again until they are no longer of any value.

Liu Chuang shouted and thrust his spear straight forward.

With a soft thud, the half-foot-long spearhead pierced the chest and exited through the back. With a flick of the wrist, the spear was caught, spun around, and blood droplets flew from its tip.

Jiang Shiyuan leaned against the wall, staring wide-eyed at the two people in front of him.

He Yiming suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, turned around and strode out of the house.

Liu Chuang quickly dragged his gun and caught up.

"How are you?" He Yiming asked, glancing at Liu Chuang.

"We can still fight!" Liu Chuang said.

He Yiming nodded: "Prepare the horses, let's go take a look at those two boats."

"If we go now, we'll only see corpses, right? If we show up nearby at this time, people will inevitably gossip!"

“I won’t feel at ease until I see those people’s bodies. You know Zhang Quanyi’s personality. If you don’t do what he asks of you, he won’t hesitate to take action!”

"I'll get ready right away!" Liu Chuang said.

As the river narrows and the current speeds up, the boats naturally move faster as well.

However, since there is no one driving, the boat is in a completely free state, going wherever it wants, and occasionally making a 360-degree loop in the river.

A group of people were still fiercely fighting around Li Dachui.

The two people they wanted to kill were right behind Li Dachui, seemingly close at hand, yet they couldn't reach them.

But Li Dachui's knife was getting heavier and heavier.

The old man wielding the iron mace grew increasingly terrified. Where did this freak come from, growing stronger and more energetic with each fight?

"Watch out, Elder Guo! Is this bastard using us as practice? Is he trying to break through to the ninth rank of the Profound Origin Realm?" The man wielding the iron spikes, having already bandaged his wounds, had been watching for a while when he suddenly shouted, "Men! Men! Prepare crossbows! Prepare crossbows! Shoot them dead!"

As the nine-foot-tall man roared, dozens of men surged forward from the bow of the boat, three rows of men, and dozens of crossbow bolts were raised.

"Damn it!" Li Dachui bent down, grabbed Han Zheng, and shouted, "Get ashore, run!"

Before Han Zheng could react, Li Dachui swung his arm, and Han Zheng cried out as he was sent flying. He flew dozens of feet across the river and landed in the dense forest on the steep slope of the riverbank. With screams, he disappeared from sight.

The crossbow bolts couldn't be fired immediately because Li Dachui was throwing people with one hand and wielding a knife with the other, while still tightly controlling the two people attacking him, unless his opponents shot his companions dead together.

With these two blocking his way, even if they died, Li Dachui wouldn't necessarily die. Li Dachui reached out and pulled Jiang Ping up as well.

"Li Bao, will you come looking for us?" Jiang Ping screamed. "If you don't come, the two of us might not be able to escape!"

"You two run first. Without you two as a burden, I'll be much more at ease and will be able to come find you soon."

Jiang Ping suddenly pulled something out of her bosom and shoved it into Li Dachui's arms with lightning speed.

Come find us!

Before she could finish speaking, she had already been thrown out by Li Dachui.

Compared to Han Zheng's clumsy and awkward movements in the air, Jiang Ping's figure was much more graceful. She even turned around and glanced at Li Dachui with a smile.

The two men who were besieging Li Dachui finally broke free from his attack, and then a hail of crossbow bolts came flying in.

Li Dachui laughed loudly, his sword flashing like a bolt of lightning, circling his body several times. The sword's light actually formed a protective shield, enveloping him within it. The incredibly powerful arrows that hit this shield were sent flying back, causing the crossbowmen to become flustered and disorganized.

The blade light suddenly vanished, and Li Dachui's aura surged. He gripped the blade in one hand, pointed it to the sky, and clenched his fist at his side, looking at the group of Xuan Yuan experts in front of him with a chuckle.

"He actually broke through to the ninth rank of the Profound Origin Realm!" the man holding the iron spike murmured, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Attack together! Take advantage of his recent breakthrough and unstable cultivation level!" The old man with the iron mace roared, brandishing his mace as he charged forward.

Li Dachui laughed loudly: "Come on, come on, play with me some more!"

He didn't actually intend to kill all of them, after all, under He Zudao's command, they could still serve as a defense against the Chu people's northern invasion!
He drew his sword and charged forward into the crowd.

A firework rocket soared into the sky.

Is this because they can't win and need to call for reinforcements?
On the shore, at the top of a large tree, Jiang Ping's little head peeked out from the canopy. The fighting on the boat was extremely fierce, with people falling into the water from time to time, stirring up waves, and blood splattering everywhere.

Upstream, a cargo ship sped by, but it was piloted by the assassins. The fate of the sailors on board, including Wei Donglai, was unknown.

I don't know what message they received, but these people actually moved their boat closer to the shore. It seems they wanted to search for me and Han Zheng.

Looking up at the rocket soaring into the sky and exploding into a dazzling flower, Jiang Ping pouted, slid down from the treetop, glanced at Han Zheng lying half-dead on the ground, and frowned: "What a burden! I have to carry you!"

When Han Zheng landed, one of his legs was already broken.

With a bent-down motion, Jiang Ping hoisted Han Zheng onto her shoulder and strode off into the depths of the dense forest.

The blades flashed like bolts of lightning, and everyone dodged them. In fact, as the fight went on, everyone grew increasingly disheartened.

A ninth-grade Xuan Yuan cultivator isn't a Xiantian cultivator. This bastard has been fighting for so long, yet he shows no signs of fatigue or exhaustion. Meanwhile, a group of people are taking turns attacking him, and they're all panting heavily.

"A bunch of scoundrels with no sportsmanship! You can't beat me, so you're setting off fireworks and trying to get reinforcements? I'm not playing with you anymore!" Li Dachui laughed loudly, forcing the crowd back with a few slashes. He picked up an iron anchor, threw it with force, and then, along with the chain, the anchor flew forward, stretching the long iron chain taut in the air. Li Dachui glided across the iron chain bridge, and just as the anchor hit the water, he stepped on it with his toes, leaping into the air again and landing on the shore. He even gave the people on the boat the middle finger.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Li Dachui once again leaped into the air and disappeared into the dense forest.

About half an hour later, He Yiming, with his arm in a sling, and Liu Chuang, who looked somewhat dejected, met with the group.

"Chief He, we didn't kill him!" The old man wielding the iron mace was somewhat embarrassed and angry: "The information you provided was wrong. There was a ninth-rank expert on the ship. We lost several brothers before we forced everyone back, but that guy ran away with the target you wanted to kill!"

Iron Mace Old Man was too embarrassed to admit that the ninth-ranked soldier had advanced during a fierce battle with them, so he could only frame He Yiming.

"Ninth rank?" He Yiming was stunned.

"Exactly!" The old man with the iron mace pointed to the dense forest in front of them and said, "They escaped inside. We brothers have no intention of chasing them. We'll take these two boatloads of goods. As for the people, you can deal with them yourself!"

With those words, the old man with the iron mace led his group onto the bow of the boat and sailed away.

"Boss!" Liu Chuang roared in fury, "We're just going to let them go like that? This mountain is so big, how are we going to find them without their help?"

"What good would it do us to turn against them now?" He Yiming shook his head and said, "Gather our men, search, we must find them, or we'll be in trouble!"

"Chief, is there really a ninth-rank master?"

“Maybe it’s true, maybe they’re lying!” He Yiming looked at the vast mountains and said, “As long as we find them, the truth will come out.” He took a few steps, squatted down, glanced at the traces on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil and sniffed it, and then he disappeared into the mountains like a wisp of smoke.

"You wait here for everyone, then go into the mountains and search!"

He Yiming's voice came from beside her.

(End of this chapter)