lovenovelstory Chapter 77 Moving the boat closer
Chapter 77 Moving the boat closer
Leng Rushuang sped along in her wheelchair, sparks flying and lightning flashing as she sprinted forward at top speed, raising clouds of dust with the force of a thunderbolt.
Countless hidden openings suddenly appeared on both sides of the wheelchair.
Blowguns, daggers, short needles, poisoned daggers—all sorts of hidden weapons poured out like a torrential downpour, covering the sky and scattering in all directions.
Those struck by it either die or are maimed; none escape unscathed.
Compared to modern intensive bombing, it only lacks flames and explosions.
"Wow, that's really ferocious."
Sheng Wansong watched from a distance, marveling at the sight.
The scene of a beautiful white-haired girl driving a wheelchair and wreaking havoc is truly unique and unparalleled.
"Although this cold-blooded girl is aloof, when she gets going, she's like a berserker, a wheelchair-bound warrior."
However, after this bombing, it will probably cost tens of taels of gold to replenish the ammunition.
Sheng Wansong followed slowly from behind, but the desolate scene along the way left him no room to maneuver.
Just as the wheelchair was about to reach the prison van, Leng Xue suddenly turned it to the side and slammed on the brakes.
The wheels rubbed sideways against the ground, sending up sparks that looked like a red rain.
The martial arts guards who were escorting the prison van slammed on the brakes, completely terrified by the speeding madman.
He was about to beg for mercy.
Cold-blooded, he didn't give them a chance to speak, and threw two throwing knives with his bare hands, killing them instantly.
He then struck again, using a throwing knife to cut through the curtain covering the prison cart.
When Sheng Wansong arrived, the black cloth had already been lowered.
Although he had never met Marshal Ye, he was certain that the two men under the prison cart were not the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.
"It was indeed a scheme."
They walked down the cliff, where there was a Dan Pavilion and countless rare medicinal herbs.
A few wisps of blue smoke still rose from the alchemy furnace.
But the most crucial person isn't here.
"We urge Young Hero Sheng to immediately head to the riverbank to provide support."
The reason why the two of them are here is not just because they are the most skilled in martial arts.
Furthermore, Leng Rushuang's wheelchair was unable to function properly on the river, while Sheng Wansong's exceptional lightness skills allowed him to travel back and forth between the two places in a timely manner.
Without saying much, Sheng Wansong immediately activated the "Soaring to Immortality" technique and rushed towards the Yangtze River.
At Sheng Wansong's pace, a distance of over two hundred li could be covered in just five minutes in a straight line.
Even including the time spent going around the capital and through the mountains and forests, it will only take a maximum of ten minutes.
He strolled leisurely, then sped along, until he reached the riverbank.
The thick fog on the river could not obscure his vision.
The outline of the treasure ship was faintly visible in the fog. Even on the wide river, the ship was too big and could run aground at any moment.
This is clearly an ocean-going vessel that has been forced into a narrow channel that does not belong to it.
There were iron hooks on the deck, from which two thick iron chains, each as thick as a wrist, extended, binding a man whose collarbone had been pierced.
The two men, fully shackled, were forced to kneel on the ground.
One of them was none other than the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
Shenhou was already a burly man, but the other person opposite him was an even more robust man, as thick as a mountain.
This must be Ye Yinping's father, the iron-clad general Ye Pengju.
On the deck stood an elderly man in a yellow robe, with a middle-aged man with a mustache standing beside him.
The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, a smile playing on his lips.
"The time has come."
"Your Majesty, please kneel in the middle."
The old emperor was visibly stunned, unable to believe his ears. "Grand Preceptor? What did you say?"
The Imperial Advisor stroked his mustache, his smile sinister. "Are you deaf if I tell you to kneel down?"
"How dare you!"
The old emperor was about to curse when he was horrified to find that his hands and feet were out of his control, and he walked stiffly step by step between the dragon and the tiger.
In his fury, he slowly bent his knees.
"What have you done to me?!"
Divine Marquis Zhu Wu slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the State Preceptor Zhou.
She recognized the hand seals in his hand at a glance, and her voice was weak and feeble, "It's demon control magic. You're a remnant of the Demon Refining Sect!"
"As expected of Marquis Tiedan, he is indeed very knowledgeable."
The Imperial Preceptor Zhou stepped forward and kicked the old emperor behind the knee with his heel, helping him to kneel down quickly.
The old emperor fell to the ground with too much force, his forehead hitting the deck and scraping his skin.
"Demon control magic? But I am not a demon!"
"You are already a demon."
The old emperor couldn't believe it.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You're lying to me!"
The Imperial Preceptor Zhou revealed a cruel smile, "My sorcery is ineffective against the Emperor. It is because you have been eating human flesh and drinking human blood all these years, causing harm to the common people, and being resented and hated by millions of people. This resentment has gradually transformed you into a demon from the inside out."
"Don't worry, I promise to grant you immortality."
"Once you fully become a demon, you will be able to live forever."
Unbeknownst to Zhou Guoshi, another large ship with a forward-mounted ram was rapidly approaching through the fog on the river.
"Move the boat closer!"
Han Lingsha stood at the bow of the boat, full of vigor, holding a piece of finger bone and pointing forward.
This petty thief told everyone that she hadn't stolen much, but in reality, she broke off more than one finger bone from the remains of the founding emperor.
This finger bone is now serving a purpose.
Under her guidance, the large ship sped forward and crashed into the treasure ship's cabin, where river water poured in.
The treasure ship rocked violently, and Ye Pengju and Shenhou both fell down, sliding along the deck. If they hadn't been held together by iron chains, they would have fallen into the river.
The same applies to the Zhou State Preceptor and the old emperor.
Neither of them possessed martial arts skills for self-defense.
The old emperor fell to the side of the boat, but was stopped by the railing from falling into the river.
A figure in cyan landed in front of him.
Just as the old emperor was about to get up, he met a pair of phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent.
Ye Yinping brandished her red-tasseled spear, the tip pointed at the old emperor's heart, "You dog emperor, I'll take your life!"
The ship rocked violently, and the shot missed its mark, only managing to create a hole in the old emperor's shoulder.
"Aaaaaah!"
The emperor had never experienced such intense pain in his entire life, and he howled in agony without any dignity.
He cried out urgently, "Help! Help me!"
His sleeves were stained bright red with blood.
The deck of the treasure ship has grooves carved into it, and the dragon's blood flows in the grooves without being affected by the rocking of the treasure ship.
The old emperor crawled on the deck, and Ye Yinping had once again pointed her red-tasseled spear at his heart.
"You audacious traitor, cease your arrogance!"
Yu Huachun jumped out of the ship's deck, and while he was still in mid-air, a needle struck first, deflecting Ye Yinping's spear.
The Eastern Depot's guards and the Divine Arresters' experts all boarded the deck, starting a chaotic battle.
"Tsk tsk, wheelchairs on the ground are racing, and sailboats on the sea are speeding."
"I've seen quite a few unusual things today."
Fighting on a ship is different from fighting on land. It's hard to keep your footing steady, and a single wave can cause you to stumble. Moreover, the treasure ship is already tilting and about to capsize, so everyone's performance is not as good as usual.
The Grand Preceptor Zhou's face turned ashen. His meticulously planned and prepared grand scheme, spanning decades, had been disrupted at the last moment. How could he not be furious?
He once again formed the demon-controlling hand seal.
This time, however, it wasn't about controlling the old emperor.
"White Snake! Green Snake!"
Waves surged on the river surface, and the blue and white scales were faintly visible.
The thick white fog added to the eerie chill.