The Blade-Wielding Legend

Panic thoroughly spread among the pirates and Evil Cultivators.

They tried to beg for mercy, citing their identities:

"Don’t kill me! I’m the son of the State Lord of India... You’ll be in big trouble if you kill me!" an Indian pirate leader spoke in awkward official dialect, raising a token engraved with strange symbols.

In response was a cold Crossbow Arrow, from the Chamber of Commerce fleet.

"No matter who you are! When you robbed my merchant ship, did you talk about identity?"

"Damn! I am a Samurai of the Satsuma Clan! Not a pirate!" a dismembered pirate roared.

"To hell with you!"

The answer to him was the iron fist filled with anger from a Martial World Boxer.

No mercy, no negotiation.

This is a sea domain ignited by blood and Fire Point, a Thunderous purge.

Wherever the blade passed, blood waves surged; wherever the artillery aimed, masts broke and ships sank.

The pirate fleets that once rampaged ruthlessly, whether the Red-haired Barbarian’s plank ship, the Southern Ocean Snake Lord’s black canopy ship, or the Indian’s fast boat, became mere flecks in a wild storm, swallowed by the sea waves.

In just a short time, from the coasts of Great Xuan Dynasty from Min State to Qiongzhou, from Lingding Ocean to White Goose Pond, up to the gateway to the South Seas, the sea was cleared.

The pirates, Evil Sorcerers, Red-haired Barbarians, Southern Ocean Wizards, once densely populated like ants, vanished without a trace — dead or fled, none dared to appear again.

The moment Great Xuan Dynasty showed its fangs, it already intimidated the surroundings.

For a time, emissaries from various countries flocked into the capital, seeking to make amends with the Great Xuan Dynasty...

......

Giant waves pounded the reef shore, producing a muffled roar.

The icy, salty spray whipped by the sea wind, slashed against Li Yan and his party. The daylight was stifled, dull and murky.

"Bah! As expected of the barbarians, fearing might and not cherishing virtue! We’ve just scared them out of their wits, yet they’re already thinking of jumping again?"

Sha Lifei crushed the secret message from the Crown Prince Mansion in his hand ruthlessly.

He wiped the seawater and sweat off his face with a sense of irritability.

No one would remain calm in such an environment.

They did not participate in the Thunderous purge that swept the South Sea.

The court assembled naval warships, experts from Mystical Sect, and self-gathered martial artists from various regions, stirring up a storm at sea.

Everywhere they went, those who once nested in Lingding Ocean, White Goose Pond, or even the gateway to the South Seas — the Red-haired Barbarians, Southern Ocean Wizards, pirates — either lay dead in the sea or fled in terror.

In such a vast sea domain, not even a decent shadow of a pirate was to be found.

With many monks and little porridge, Li Yan and his party’s focus remained on Japan.

Once the court’s army was fully prepared, they would set sail, directly attacking the stronghold of the Jianmu Organization, where the true battlefield for resolving grudges lies.

However, an unexpected task trapped them on an isolated island.

When Guangzhou City was attacked, a group of Damen was blinded by blood vengeance, leading the Red-haired Barbarians to bombard the city walls, igniting the raging chaos.

Crown Prince Xiao Jingheng chose a gentle approach, unwilling to drag the entire Damon clan into the bloody abyss but anyone who participated in the rebellion and stained their hands with the blood of soldiers and civilians must inevitably pay with blood, despite any grievances or anger.

The kill order issued by the Xuan Sacrificial Officer promised rewards enough to excite greed.

Experts from Wudang Mountain traced subtle clues out to sea, yet consecutively lost track in the waters near Liuqiu, as if sinking into the sea.

Eventually, the plea for help reached Li Yan and his party.

At this moment, Li Yan stood at the slippery edge of a reef, his gaze piercing the rolling lead-grey rain mist towards the heart of the island.

The mist hung heavily, eerily silent, making one’s heart shiver, with only the ocean beneath roaring.

The accompanying Xuan Sacrificial Officer Daoist looked pale, lips quivering.

He tightened the Daoist robe whipped wet by the sea wind, point towards the silhouetted outline of a ridge shrouded in thick mist ahead, tremblingly said: "Li... Young Hero Li, it’s over there. The last message from Wudang Mountain pointed to the valley... caution above all!"

"Mm." Li Yan responded with a single word, then stepped onto the rugged path leading into the depths of the island.

Lv San silently followed half a step behind Li Yan, the hawk "Li Dong" on his shoulder had eyes sharp as blades, restlessly twitching its damp feathers, neck twisting, vigilantly scanning the dense, fog-shrouded eerie mountain forest around.

Suddenly, Li Dong uttered a short, piercing cry, wings flapping rapidly, soaring upwards, circling in the air.

At the same time, Lv San’s expression also tightened instantly, "Ahead!"

Everyone exchanged a grave look and quickly dispersed their formation.

Sha Lifei untied the heavy new-style flintlock gun from his back, pulled back the bolt with a clatter, checked the fire stone and igniting powder, producing a crisp "click" sound.

He steadied the gun in his hand, his pupils beginning to focus.

One step, two steps...

Everyone finally stepped into the mountain pass.

The view suddenly broadened, yet instantly froze everyone’s gaze.

This was not the scene expected of a valley.

This was a massive cemetery constructed of flesh and broken limbs!

The pale corpses piled up layer upon layer, nearly filling the small valley bottom.

Broken weapons were stabbed into the soil, slanted against the corpses, or embedded deeply into their flesh and bones. Shattered armor fragments were scattered all over, soaked in mud and dark red bloodstains.

Among them were members of the Captain Bureau wearing the ink-blue outfits of the Xuan Sacrificial Officers, embroidered with Bi’an motifs, as well as disciples dressed in the iconic gray-blue Daoist robes of Wudang Mountain.

There were even a few lower-ranking officers in naval uniforms, their corpses entwined with other deceased, in twisted postures.

Entangled with them were more corpses, clothed in dirty rags, or shirtless or wrapped in oiled cloth skirts of the Dan Family, and remnants of the pirates, short, stout, with moon-top knots or dressed in tattered Array Feather Weave.

The thick stench of blood mixed with the rotting odor of corpses formed a miasma so strong it almost caused fainting, pressing heavily at the valley bottom.

"Damn it!"

Sha Lifei’s finger instinctively tightened around the cold trigger guard.

Li Yan’s gaze pierced through the gut-wrenching mountain of corpses and sea of blood, fixing firmly at the deepest part of the valley, the highest point of the mound of bodies.

There, a rough, wet log was thrust into the top of the corpse pile.

A woman was tightly bound to the stake with thick hemp ropes, her head drooped down, long hair disheveled, obscuring most of her face.

The coarse hemp short jacket, typical of Dan Family women and convenient for labor, was torn to shreds, covered in solidified dark brown bloodstains and filth.

She was one of the leaders marked on the Xuan Sacrificial Officer’s bounty poster.

Dan Family Leader—Lu Nv.

Beside that bloodstained stake was a white figure with his back to the valley entrance, sitting cross-legged atop a "pedestal" of stacked corpses.

The person was draped in a wide white linen robe, already dyed dark brown by stained blood, like a burial shroud. The figure was somewhat thin, motionless, seemingly fused with the corpses beneath.

Next to him, a banner flag was slanted into the ground.

The flag was already in tatters, smeared with blood and filth.

One could barely discern the original pale background, adorned with twisted and broken talisman lines, resembling a dying snake’s struggle.

Sha Lifei’s eyes suddenly squinted, like a hawk targeting prey, without any hesitation, the muscles in his gun-wielding arm tensed instantly.

"Wait!"

Li Yan shouted sharply, his left hand shooting out like lightning, five fingers like iron clamps, gripping Sha Lifei’s wrist about to pull the trigger.

Sha Lifei’s arm sank, the gun barrel abruptly veered down by a few inches.

"What is it?" Sha Lifei quickly asked.

It was a great opportunity, but Li Yan stopped him for a reason.

On the other side, Li Yan was too astonished to explain, muttering in disbelief, "How is it possible..."

Just then, the white-robed figure atop the corpse pile moved.

The movements were exceedingly slow, like a rusted mechanism, with a teeth-grinding stiffness.

The wide sleeves, stained with blood and sticking to dried grass and meat shreds, moved on its own, trembling slightly in the air.

Then the thin back slightly straightened.

Finally, the head that had been drooping began to turn slowly, inch by inch.

When fully turned around, even Sha Lifei opened his mouth wide.

"Night... Night Crying Man!"

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