Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 652 That is, the East Sea
"Woo——"

The horn sounded.

The large ships following behind the fleet headed towards Yinma Plain.

On that large ship, one wooden crates after another were opened.

The turbid waves of the Yuncang River were suddenly brought to a standstill by the golden light of the sky.

Thirty black iron warships broke through the whirlpool in the middle of the river, and the eyes of the water-repelling beasts embedded in the bows of the ships shot out blue light, splitting the hundred-foot-high wave wall into shattered jade.

On the flagship deck at the very front, eighteen bronze Pixiu opened their mouths simultaneously, spewing out dazzling golden light that could illuminate the three prefectures.

That was actually an entire ship and its hold melted into liquid gold, boiling like flames under the rising sun!
"My goodness..."

The rifle in the hands of new recruit Guo Guangcai clattered to the ground.

He saw his reflection distort into a rainbow in the golden torrent, and the river water within a ten-mile radius was plated into flowing amber.

Commander Xue Dingyue of the Imperial Guard remained calm as he watched the scorching golden vapor rising from the golden ship ahead, turning into a crimson mist.

Behind him stood three hundred heavily armored soldiers, their bodies straight. Their Xuan Scale Armor, capable of withstanding ballistae, collided with the sword energy coming from ten miles away, sparks flying!

"So there really is wealth in this world that can move mountains and fill seas..." Jin Yuelin murmured softly, gazing at the surging liquid gold waves on the golden ship.

The breathing of the 50,000 black-armored guards ceased at that moment, leaving only the sails fluttering like thunder in the golden gale.

"hold head high--"

Twelve dragon roars suddenly echoed from the depths of the clouds.

The Nine Yang Sword Sect's sea-crossing boats tore through the sky, each boat entwined with nine crimson flame chains, and the sword energy trailing behind them ploughed out ravines in the clouds for miles.

The white-haired swordsman standing at the bow of the boat pointed his finger and slashed across the river, creating 36,000 sword shadows that pushed down the waves.

"Pei Lie, the seventh elder of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, along with 100,000 inner disciples—" His voice echoed, snapping the reeds along the thirty-mile stretch of the Yun Cang River's west bank at their roots, "Please, Marquis Qingyang, examine my sword!"

The moment the words "examine the sword" were uttered, 100,000 sword cultivators simultaneously shook their wrists.

One hundred thousand natal swords soared into the sky, weaving together in a sword array star map covering hundreds of miles above the dome.

"The Nine Yang Sword Sect has 100,000 sword cultivators, who are at the command of Marquis Qingyang."

Before the thunderous sound had faded, crimson sword light simultaneously rose from the decks of the twelve sea-crossing boats.

One hundred thousand sword cultivators and one hundred thousand sword cries converged into a sharp sound that could pierce eardrums, actually freezing the thousand-foot-high raging waves that were stirred up in the middle of the river in mid-air!

As the natal swords of 100,000 sword cultivators intertwined to form a hundred-mile-long sword formation on the dome, the weapons in the hands of 50,000 new guards simultaneously resonated.

Lu Changwu's meteorite iron spear drooped uncontrollably, its tip slicing three feet of sparks on the black iron deck.

"This is... the foundation of the Nine Yang Sword Sect?"

Yuchi Changshan gripped the ship's gunwale tightly, the iron railing between his fingers twisted into a pretzel.

He came from a military background and had never dealt with any martial arts sects.

In his mind, the martial arts world was nothing more than a quagmire.

Only then did he realize that he had underestimated everyone.

He saw the sword rainbows trodden by the Nine Yang Sword Cultivator leaving long marks on the river surface, and he also saw the reflection of the hundred thousand suspended swords in the sky, which was a long river of sword intent condensed in the sky.

The sword resonance triggered by the 100,000 disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect caused even the illusory landscape formed by the blood and qi of the new army to tremble!
"Array up!"

Yu Wanjun's low roar, carrying the pressure of a Grandmaster, exploded.

The 50,000 new soldiers instinctively formed the mountain and river battle formations they had been practicing daily in the camp, and the shadows of mountains appeared one after another.

Although these mountains are faint, they can withstand the attack of sword energy.

Meanwhile, ten miles away, Zhang Yuan was catching a falling sword flower with his hand. His gentle posture made it seem as if he was catching not a sword aura that could cut through the city walls, but a spring peach sent by an old friend.

"Lord Qingyang, I entrust these disciples of mine to you..."

The voice of Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, slowly drifted over.

With 100,000 disciples sent off, even Wu Daoling, who was ranked first on the Heavenly Ranking, felt reluctant to part with them.

At this moment, the sky filled with sword light and the vast river of sword intent were Wu Daoling's heartfelt message.

These 100,000 disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect are all elites; I hope Marquis Qingyang will treat them well.

Zhang Yuan nodded, raised his hand in a fist salute, and the golden phantom around his figure dissipated.

The fleet of twelve ferry boats, carrying 100,000 disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, sailed down the river towards the estuary.

"Woo——"

The sound of bugles echoed throughout the Donghan naval camp.

Thirteen armored warships of the Donghan Navy were quietly moored at the mouth of the Yuncang River, the red dragon flags at the top of their masts curled up in the strong wind.

Commander-in-Chief Zhao Chengwu gripped the violently shaking gunwale, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Thirty miles away, the Qin fleet was cleaving through the dark, raging waves, its blood-red aura reflecting across the entire sea like a lava hell.

"They, the Marquis of Qingyang, he... he's going to start a war between nations..."

"This is... the work of the Heavenly Guardians..."

Zhao Chengwu gazed at the long fleet of ships, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He had witnessed firsthand the Donghan Navy's thousands of sails racing as they besieged the sea monsters, but at this moment, he was overwhelmed by the primordial aura emanating from the thirty Xuan Tie warships.

No one dared to move.

In the Donghan naval camp, everyone held their breath, watching the Qin fleet slowly head towards the East China Sea.

Zhang Yuan's figure appeared on the top of the flagship at this moment.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade was not drawn; it was merely lightly touched to the surface of the river, and the boiling blood and qi suddenly solidified into nine steps.

As he ascended the steps, the blood-red staircase swept by his robes turned to dust, which then reformed behind him into eighteen illusory golden-armored generals.

With the power of the Great Dao accompanying them, each of the golden-armored divine general phantoms could fight against a Grandmaster!
As Qingyang Hou's Dragon Sparrow Blade slashed a thousand-foot trail of light at the horizon, thirteen ironclad warships simultaneously sank three inches, their waterlines disappearing into the boiling waves.

Zhao Chengwu's ancestral Broken Wave Sword trembled violently, and the water-repelling pearl embedded in its scabbard exploded into dust with a "crack".

"Lower the sails! Lower the sails!" The lieutenant's roar was shattered by the sound of swords clashing.

The sword energy trailing behind the twelve ships of the Nine Yang Sword Sect stretched across the sky, while ten thousand suspended swords hung like a galaxy, their blades reflecting golden light that scorched the armor of the Eastern Han navy's warships.

The keel of the Crimson Dragon Ship at the very front groaned under the strain, and half of the head of the sea-suppressing beast statue at the bow was sliced ​​off by an invisible sword intent.

The twelve flag bearers trembled violently as their command flags, embroidered with the words "Zhenhai" and "Pingbo," spontaneously combusted without fire.

Gazing at the crimson mountain formed by 50,000 black-armored guards, and watching the sword rainbow piercing the clouds beneath the feet of the Nine Yang Sword Cultivator, the soldiers of the Eastern Han Navy gripped their crossbows tightly, yet none dared to draw the strings.

They saw the reflection of their warship on the sea, as small as fish eggs drifting beside a giant whale.

As the last flame of the ferryboat disappeared below the horizon, the lieutenant general realized that the command flag in his hand was already soaked with cold sweat, and the red dragon on the flag curled up like a trembling earthworm in the twilight.

"hold head high--"

From the sea ahead, the roar of a whale could be heard.

One by one, the sea-suppressing whales surfaced, blocking the entire outlet to the sea.

"May Marquis Qingyang's hunting expedition in the East Sea be a resounding success."

A desolate voice rang out.

Inside the Donghan naval camp, all the soldiers looked at the Zhenhai Whale that covered the mouth of the sea and felt their legs tremble.

If they had dared to attack the Qin fleet just now, they would probably be inside the belly of the Zhenhai Whale by now.

"Lord Qingyang is going to patrol the East Sea..."

Zhao Chengwu looked bewildered and shocked as he gazed towards the estuary and murmured softly.

"In this world, there are still brave souls who dare to brave the waves of the East China Sea..."

"Order all ships..." Zhao Chengwu's voice was hoarse, like rusty iron, "Lower anchor and sails, sound the gong as a sign of respect!"

The mournful sounds of thirteen bronze gongs mingled with the distant roar of a giant whale, the clanging of swords, and the howling sea wind.

"This is heading east; we're going to—"

"East China Sea!"

That is, the East China Sea.

On the black iron warships, the guards looked up at the boundless sky and earth ahead.

(End of this chapter)