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Chapter 619 is here, so there's no need to leave anymore.
The drumsticks struck the cowhide drum, each vibration accompanied by a loud bang and the splashing water droplets that collided with the falling raindrops in mid-air, instantly shattering into countless crystal-clear mirror-like pieces.

I looked up, and large raindrops fell on my face, then slid down my flawless white skin.

It's been a long time since I've experienced being drenched in rain like this.

Since advancing to the Innate Realm, I am immune to heat and cold, and with a thought, I can naturally banish rain, snow, and even dust from the outside.

Having lost the realm,
Yet, I rediscovered some of the most fundamental aspects of this world.

That was really exhilarating!

The soldiers, shouting "Long live the enemy!", charged madly towards the enemy. The gleaming blades and spears reflected the lightning that occasionally illuminated the sky. The sounds of drums, thunder, and shouts mingled together, creating a vast scene that was both extremely cruel and uniquely beautiful.

Jiang Chong broke through the air and arrived.

Numerous soldiers along the way tried their best to block the way.
Unfortunately, this was not on land, and the soldiers could not use a dense formation to stop the enemy's advance. They could only watch helplessly as the river flowed back and forth, left and right. In the blink of an eye, his afterimages were left on dozens of warships, but they could not truly determine which one was the real enemy.

Jiang Qian smiled.

His realm has fallen.

His cultivation level dropped.

But vision and perception will not be lost.
She immediately discerned the route Jiang Chong would take.

One hand continued to raise the drumstick and strike the huge cowhide drum, while the other hand flicked its finger, sending out a dozen or so blue sparks in a row. Even the torrential rain could not extinguish the seemingly weak light of these blue sparks.

Jiang Chong slowed his pace, deeply wary of the Phoenix Fire.

However, the Phoenix Fire he witnessed today felt very strange to him.

He reached out his hand, tentatively extending one finger, and touched the foremost blue spark.
His eyes widened suddenly.

He looked at Jiang Qian, who was not far away.
He opened his large hand and caught all the incoming blue sparks in his grasp.
The internal energy circulated in his hands, and it seemed as if lightning crackled in his palm.
He actually crushed that string of blue sparks until it no longer existed.

"Jiang Qian, you've finally met your match!" Jiang Chong laughed loudly.

His figure suddenly soared up, flying dozens of feet in one leap, like a giant eagle swooping down from the sky. Hundreds of arrows from the warship flew towards Jiang Chong with a whistling sound, but he did not dodge or give way, and rushed straight down, deflecting all the arrows that blocked his path.

With his fingers spread wide, he grabbed at Jiang Qian.

He had just confirmed that Jiang Qian's current skill level was at most at the eighth rank of the Profound Origin Realm.

Jiang Qian not only fell in realm, but she fell by several levels.

If we can capture our opponent alive, this battle can end sooner rather than later.

Jiang Qian did not back down.

Even her movements while striking the cowhide drum showed no change whatsoever, as if Jiang Chong, who was attacking her, was nothing to her.

"Playing tricks!" Jiang Chong laughed. Trying to deceive him with such a scheme was far too childish.

It lashed out with its claw, first breaking the drum, then capturing the person.

Beside the drum, a soldier dressed in ordinary uniform, who had previously seemed stunned, suddenly reached out his hand.

This hand grabbed Jiang Chong's outstretched hand.

The soldier raised his head.

Jiang Chong then saw a face that looked familiar.

"Hong Zhan!" Jiang Chong shouted, and his figure flew backward.

Hong Zhan was a master of martial arts from the Qin state. He had previously cooperated with Wei Zhengdao and was a guest advisor of the Wei clan. After Wei Zhengdao's defeat and death, Hong Zhan disappeared without a trace.

As long as his death is not confirmed, no one will easily harm his family.

Jiang Chong never expected to run into him here.

Both were innate masters, but Hong Zhan was a close-combat expert, specializing in hand-to-hand fighting. Jiang Chong certainly didn't want to engage in close combat with him at such a close distance.

Moreover, the moment he saw Hong Zhan, he knew that his plan to assassinate and capture Jiang Qian would fail.

If the goal cannot be achieved, then what is the point of fighting Hong Zhan here?
Meaningless.

Since that's the case, we should leave quickly.

Keep in mind that there are still quite a few experts surrounding him at this moment!

The moment this thought crossed my mind, a warning suddenly arose in my heart. I took a deep breath, and my body was lifted more than ten feet higher as I was retreating.

A slender sliver silently swept past from below, its strike missing its mark. It became incredibly soft, and with a gust of wind and rain, it vanished without a trace.

Jiang Chong's hair stood on end.

Another master of innate talent.

His body fell straight down, landing with a thud like a nail on a boat below. Soldiers around him rushed forward with their swords, but Jiang Chong waved his hand, and as if swatting away mosquitoes, dozens of valiant soldiers flew far away like bullets, their fate unknown.

"Jiang Chong, how have you been?" Hong Zhan landed on the bow of the boat and burst into laughter in the rain, laughing so hard that his whole body trembled.

“Amitabha Buddha, Master Jiang, you shouldn’t have come!” From inside the cabin, a white-haired, white-bearded Taoist priest, holding a whisk, slowly walked out.

"I understand!" Jiang Chong looked at the other person in shock: "You, you're also being used by this witch?"

Liao Ran waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "Lord Jiang, she is surnamed Jiang and is a member of your Jiang clan. In recent years, the Jiang clan of Jiangling has gotten whatever they wanted, all because of her, right? So what? When she was in power, she was the Empress Dowager, and when she fell from grace, she became a vixen?"

Even though he was thick-skinned, Jiang Chong still felt his face burning after being rebuked by Liao Ran.

"I'll leave now and never get involved in this mess again, how about that?" Jiang Chong said, looking at the two of them.

Hong Zhan laughed loudly: "Jiang Chong, you're far too arrogant. If you hadn't made a move today, and had just stayed on the sidelines and watched this battle, neither I nor the old Daoist Liaoran would have interfered. For people like us to meddle in their fight would be seen as bullying. But you shouldn't have done it! What do you think Li Dachui sent us here for? It's because he was worried you'd pull this trick!"

"Hong Zhan, do you perhaps intend to keep me here?"

"Since you're here, don't leave!" Hong Zhan rubbed his hands together, slowly stepped forward, and said, "Are you going to surrender or fight like a cornered beast?"

Jiang Chong turned to look at Liao Ran: "Daoist Liao Ran, what do you say?"

Liao Ran flicked his whisk and said, "I have been entrusted with this task, and I must be loyal to it. If Lord Jiang does not take action today, there will be no problem. But once he does take action, he will have to bear the consequences."

Jiang Chong said no more, coldly looking at the two of them. He pulled his hands back into his sleeves, and when he stretched them out again, each of them held a dark, short blade.

"Since that's the case, let's see if you can keep me here!"

In the distance, Chen Yan could not see Jiang Chong's figure. His gaze was fixed on the white figure who was still vigorously beating the drum, and his face was full of worry.

The situation became increasingly unfavorable.

(End of this chapter)