Chapter 205 - 130: Who Dares to Touch My Loot

Chapter 205: Chapter 130: Who Dares to Touch My Loot

WHOOSH—!!

A figure—one carrying an aura of fierce, unparalleled power.

It shot up into the sky from the large ship speeding up from behind!

The figure seemed to defy gravity, streaking across the night sky like a cannonball fired from its barrel.

Over the vast, misty river, it left a blurry afterimage in its wake.

Accompanied by the howl of the wind, it then plummeted like a falling star.

A simple, unadorned fist shot toward the thin old man’s defenseless back!

Before the fist even arrived, the wind from the punch—as solid as iron—bore down on him!

With a BOOM, the river’s surface visibly dented, and waves surged outward!

The thin old man whipped his head around in shock, terror finally flashing in his murky eyes.

He only had time to twist his body and raise his left arm—infused with Yin Cold True Qi—to block across his chest.

BOOM!!!

Fist and forearm collided solidly, producing a terrifying boom like a Siege Hammer striking an iron gate!

A visible, circular shockwave of qi erupted, churning the nearby river surface into violent waves.

The sleeve on the old man’s left arm instantly disintegrated, revealing an arm bent at a grotesque angle.

A sharp CRACK of breaking bone echoed out!

He let out a muffled groan, the color draining from his face.

His entire body was sent flying backward like a broken sack struck by immense force, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood laced with ice shards in mid-air.

He carved a parabola through the air before crashing violently into the churning center of the Canglan River!

SPLASH!!

A huge wave shot into the sky as the impact gouged a massive pit in the murky river water.

The spray shot several dozen feet high before falling back down like a torrential downpour with a great RUSH.

The attacker was none other than Chen Xuan.

After sending the old man flying, his own body, having no leverage, began to fall.

Just as he was about to fall into the frigid river, the water went GLUG.

The pathetic, braided head, covered in water weeds, happened to pop up right then.

As the man coughed violently, Chen Xuan’s foot descended with pinpoint precision, landing squarely on the crown of his head!

GLUG...

The old man didn’t even have time to scream before an immense force stomped him back underwater, leaving only a frantic trail of bubbles.

Using the force of that step, Chen Xuan’s body twisted nimbly in mid-air.

Like a giant eagle skimming the water’s surface, he tapped his feet on the empty air a few times.

He then landed steadily beside Lu Jing’an on the riverbank, his footing solid and his aura profound.

It was as if that world-shaking strike had been nothing more than a casual flick of the wrist.

Chen Xuan’s martial attire was torn in several places, stained with large patches of dark red blood.

He gave off the faint, mixed scent of blood and smoke, but his breathing was long and steady.

"Master, are you hurt?"

Lu Jing’an hurried forward, his concerned gaze sweeping over the bloodstains and torn clothing.

Chen Xuan shook his head, his voice as deep and steady as ever, carrying a reassuring strength.

"It’s not my blood.

For some reason, that clone of Bai Ting’s suddenly self-destructed.

The explosion was quite powerful and caught a few people in the blast."

Chen Xuan paused, looking toward the Ironclad Ship in the middle of the river.

"What’s the situation here?"

A grin spread across Lu Jing’an’s face, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "A complete victory. The Bai Family members either fled or surrendered. This ship is ours now."

Then, he lowered his voice.

"Master, I know why Bai Ting’s clone suddenly self-destructed."

After a moment, Lu Jing’an answered his own question. "Because Bai Ting’s real body is right here in Yin Mountain County."

On Chen Xuan’s placid face, his brow twitched almost imperceptibly. "Mr. Xu?"

"Precisely." Lu Jing’an nodded, his tone firm.

"Mr. Xu is Bai Ting."

Chen Xuan was silent for a moment, his profound gaze falling upon his young master’s face. It was a young face, but one that was already showing signs of resolve, and now, it was also shining with an expression that seemed to be waiting for praise.

In the end, Chen Xuan offered no praise. Instead, he said:

"Young Master, in the future, when dealing with dangerous matters involving an Evil Cultivator’s true body...

...you can tell me first."

Although it wasn’t the praise he expected, the heavy concern within those simple words...

...warmed Lu Jing’an’s heart more than any commendation could. Lu Jing’an grinned.

"Got it, Master. Next time for sure."

As master and disciple were speaking, the river surface exploded with a great SPLASH!

Amidst the flying water, the thin old man once again leaped wretchedly from the river.

He was soaked to the bone, his official’s hat long gone.

His graying hair and his signature queue were in complete disarray.

It was plastered to his face and neck.

The copper coin that had tied his queue was also gone.

His left arm hung limply at an unnatural angle, the bone clearly broken.

His right hand clutched his chest. His face was ashen, and a trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, his face was as contorted and ferocious as an Evil Ghost that had just crawled out from the depths.

His murky eyes were locked on Chen Xuan and Lu Jing’an on the shore.

The venom in his gaze was almost tangible, each word torn from his throat like blood.

His voice was hoarse and trembling from his internal injuries and rage. "I... want... you... two... DEAD!!"

A chilling killing intent radiated out once more, even stronger than before.

Mixed within it was the madness of one who had burned all their bridges.

Just as the tension reached its peak and a second round of fighting was about to erupt...

A somewhat shrill, urgent cry came hurrying from downriver:

"Wait, don’t fight! Stop, don’t fight! We’re all on the same side!!"

An ordinary Upturned Boat was seen speeding downstream, the boatman rowing with all his might, making the boat move quite fast.

A middle-aged man stood at the prow, dressed in a crisp, dark gray woolen uniform.

He wore a matching uniform cap, and a gleaming bronze insignia from the Administrative Office was pinned to his chest, reflecting the light.

Before the boat had even come to a complete stop, he couldn’t wait any longer and leaped off.

He landed rather clumsily on the shallow bank, not even bothering about the mud he stepped in.

He scrambled between the two parties, bowing and clasping his hands repeatedly.

His face was plastered with an anxious smile.

"You two, you two! Peace is paramount! Please, let’s not damage the harmony!