Chapter 220 - 248: Bi River Blood Thieves! Immortal Sword Sect! The Silver Spear Appears, Roaring Like a Dragon
Upon hearing the thunderous sound, everyone on the boats looked up, their gazes turning toward its source.
The next moment, as everyone watched in horror...
A colossal ship, over a thousand feet long, crashed through the waves, trailing streaks of crimson light as it surged toward them from the distance.
The vessel was pitch-black. A thirty-foot-tall, black-and-red striped flag stood at its center, bearing no script, only etched with vivid crimson patterns.
They looked like thick, clotted blood.
As the ship drew nearer, a thick wave of Evil Qi washed over them.
Instantly, the children who had just been listening to stories recoiled in fear. They huddled together, burying their faces and trembling uncontrollably.
A few women nearby, though terrified themselves, suppressed their fear and quickly gathered the children into their arms.
Their large, rough hands gently stroked the children’s dark hair.
Though their hands were steady and firm, the trembling of their faces betrayed their terror.
The able-bodied men beside them grew vigilant, their expressions grim as they clenched their fists.
"Damn it! Not these bastards again!"
Su Bai then heard the old boatman beside him toss down his pipe. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and spat, his face dark.
"It’s the Bi River Blood Thieves!"
The black-haired girl with the spear furrowed her brow and tightened her grip. True Qi coursed through her body, and her fighting spirit flared.
As a disciple of a Major Sect, she knew of the Bi River Blood Thieves. They were a vile Evil Dao organization that reveled in slaughter, their hands perpetually stained with blood.
The moment the white-haired old man beside her saw the pitch-black ship, his expression twisted in alarm.
He muttered furiously, "Those damned Bi River Blood Thieves!"
"They’re like lingering ghosts. They just collected their ’fee’ two days ago, and now they’re back for more!"
"They’re really trying to bleed us dry!"
As the old man grumbled, numerous boats on the wide Bi River found their path blocked by the colossal black ship.
Su Bai’s quick scan counted about twenty or thirty of them.
A few large cargo ships stood out among them.
After closing in, the colossal black ship that had been crashing through the waves slowed its approach, eventually coming to a leisurely stop.
The colossal black ship was only about a hundred meters from Su Bai’s boat.
Its immense shadow fell over them.
It enshrouded many of the smaller vessels.
The sunlight from above weakened, casting the area in a dim, chilly gloom.
Seeing such a massive vessel up close, many people froze, standing rooted to the spot.
For a moment, no one dared to make a sound.
Su Bai stood at the prow, his gaze sweeping over the colossal black ship before settling on a pavilion on its deck.
A moment later, he seemed to sense something.
A slight smile touched his lips.
Meanwhile, inside a lavishly decorated and fragrant pavilion aboard the colossal black ship...
A black Jade Table sat in the center of the room.
On it rested a pot of tea and several Jade Cups.
Two men sat at the table.
One, an elder in a Black Robe, was sipping tea and chatting with a young man in a Golden Robe seated across from him.
At a certain point, a sharp glint flashed in the elder’s eyes.
He took a sip of tea and said,
"I hear that not long ago, Master Taiyu, one of the Third Prince’s subordinates, along with several of his aides..."
"...were all slain by a mysterious expert who appeared out of nowhere over Ling County. He killed them with a single palm strike."
"I investigated the matter myself, and I’m fairly certain the rumors are true."
The elder paused.
Then, he continued, choosing his words carefully.
"Your Highness..."
"Should we perhaps re-evaluate the Third Prince’s resources? And perhaps... look for an alternative path?"
They had only agreed to join the Third Prince’s camp because they were interested in the powerful faction supporting him.
They had little faith in the Third Prince himself.
When working for him, they had always been cautious and kept their guard up.
After all, while the Third Prince’s Martial Dao talent was decent and his cultivation was strong, and he wasn’t stingy with his subordinates...
...his personality was simply too sinister and unpredictable. He was as fickle and unfathomable as the Demon Abyss.
If they hadn’t been careful, the Third Prince would have likely devoured them without a trace by now.
The young man in the Golden Robe smiled. "Elder Jin, our concern has never been the Third Prince himself."
"It’s the Demon Saint Sect at his back."
"As long as the Demon Saint Sect stands, we can remain in our secure position and reap the benefits from the shadows."
"As for the Third Prince... there’s no need to be wary of him!"
"Three days ago, I passed the trials and have officially become a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect."
Hearing this, the elder in the Black Robe’s brow immediately unfurrowed.
He then clasped his hands with a smile.
"Then I must congratulate you, Your Highness!"
’The Immortal Sword Sect!’
It was the most powerful of the Righteous Sects in Yu Province, its status peerless. Even the highest echelons of the Dayu Immortal Dynasty had to tread carefully when dealing with such a behemoth.
The disciples recruited by the Immortal Sword Sect were all outstanding prodigies who enjoyed the sect’s protection.
Now that the young man in the Golden Robe had entered the Immortal Sword Sect, they no longer needed to worry about the Third Prince plotting against them behind their backs.
"Compared to the Third Prince, I’m far more interested in the mysterious expert who made his move that day."
The young man in the Golden Robe lowered his gaze to the blue-green ripples in his cup, a profound smile playing on his lips.
He spoke slowly, "They say he’s quite young and hasn’t been cultivating for long."
"Yet he could stand high in the sky and slay Master Taiyu with a single palm strike!"
"Such talent..."
As he spoke, a sinister, crimson light flickered in the golden-robed young man’s eyes.
"What perfect nourishment."
The moment the young man in the Golden Robe spoke, a chill went down the black-robed elder’s spine.
He couldn’t help but lower his head slightly.
Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, they heard the sound of hurried footsteps growing louder as they approached the pavilion.
The black-robed elder frowned instantly.
SWOOSH!
With a wave of his right arm, he dispelled the sealing Array within the pavilion.
Instantly, a cacophony of battle cries, roars, agonized screams, and furious curses rushed in from all directions, filling the air.
The thick stench of blood filled the air.
The two men inside the pavilion remained expressionless, each lost in thought.
To them, these Bi River Blood Thieves were merely expendable tools. They wouldn’t care how many of them died.
They were, however, curious. Who on the Bi River would dare to fight these desperadoes?
A moment later, a middle-aged Blood Thief in blood-soaked robes stumbled in to report, his eyes wide with terror.
But just as he opened his mouth to speak...
BOOM!
A searing beam of silver light, like a Silver Dragon roaring at the sun, shot toward the middle-aged man’s chest.
The black-robed elder’s eyes darkened. He raised his right hand, intending to snuff out the silver light.
But in the next instant, an incredibly powerful Divine Thoughts attack manifested as a volley of spiritual blades that stabbed into his mind!
"Pfft—!"
The black-robed elder’s Divine Spirit convulsed violently!
He sprayed a mouthful of crimson blood from his lips.
His body was thrown violently backward!
CRASH—
The exquisite pavilion behind him instantly shattered.
A deafening roar erupted!
SCHLICK!
At the same time, the searing spear-light roared like a Silver Dragon, its cry shaking the heavens.
It burst from the middle-aged Blood Thief’s chest in a spray of deep red blood.
Its sharp edge was blinding!