The Blade-Wielding Legend

Pa! Pa! Pa!

In the swaying passage of the ship cabin, the sound of bare feet stepping on the ground arose.

"Who goes there!"

Several Japanese guards turned their heads, shouting sharply.

This fleet was actually operated by a powerful group of pirates. On the surface, it appeared to be for trade, but it was actually for scouting. After docking at a port, if the local defense forces were strong, they would honestly sell plundered goods.

But if the defense was lax, they would immediately turn into bandits, burning, killing, and looting.

The trade of human traffickers naturally followed suit.

At the bottom of the cabin, mostly women with some beauty were imprisoned.

As they turned their heads, they only saw a ragged woman character walk out from the darkness.

Upon seeing this, several pirates immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, they realized something was wrong.

Usually, these women would be scared to death upon seeing them. But this one not only wasn’t afraid, she looked at them with arrogant eyes, as if she were looking down on ants.

Yet, the woman exuded an astonishing charm, even her skin seemed to glow.

The pirates’ eyes turned dull, and they prostrated themselves, trying to lick the woman’s feet.

However, Yumizakai didn’t even glance at them, continued walking, and gently opened her mouth to suck in a breath.

In an instant, a violent wind whipped up, and blood mist spouted from the noses and mouths of the pirates, along with their Divine Souls, which were absorbed by Yumizakai.

Several bodies collapsed, but the gale outside did not cease.

Screams and the sound of guns and swords clashing continually echoed.

This was her way of restoring strength, absorbing the life essence of living beings.

Especially the rich death energy and Life Souls on the battlefield, which were the perfect supplements for her.

Soon, the outside gradually became calm.

No one was left alive on the entire fleet, only a water line heading towards Tsushima Island...

The third "existence" was the heaviest and most obscure.

Like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, slowly spreading.

Ultimately, it landed on a ship at the rear of the fleet, carrying monk soldiers and cultivators.

An unusually tall cyclops monk, who had been reciting scriptures with closed eyes, suddenly stopped chanting.

His single eye suddenly opened, its sclera muddy and yellow.

His pupil was deep as an ancient well, devoid of any Buddhist nature, only of endless desolation.

He stood up, and the wooden deck under his feet instantly lost its luster, becoming dry and gray.

Walking to the side of the ship, he touched the ropes, which immediately decayed and broke.

Green Monk, the one-eyed monk demon, the walker of death.

Wherever he passed, vegetation withered, and the land and water became desolate, cutting off all life.

His very existence was a continuous curse on the earth vein of a place.

These three were just the beginning, as the astronomical phenomena changed, more Qi appeared from nowhere.

Soon, shadows possessed by spirits began heading to the northeast.

On Tsushima Island, Zhao Changsheng, exhausted and pale as paper, finally revealed a trace of weary and manic smile as he looked at the "traces" that successfully landed on the eastern sea surface.

In a hoarse voice, he looked at the Yin Master beside him, who had also consumed a lot and appeared somewhat illusory:

"Look... the door is open, the ’guests’... have already entered."

The Yin Master’s face looked a bit unwell.

He didn’t know that Zhao Changsheng called him here to deplete his origin to break open the Daluo Law Realm.

Although it was mainly the power of various arrays and setups in the early stages, his foundation was severely damaged.

More troublesome was being on someone else’s territory, unable to refuse or escape.

With a breath stuck in his heart, the Yin Master couldn’t help but say, "Divine Land’s Dragon Veins converge, even if the Ancient Extinct Heaven and Earth Array is damaged, there are still Thirty-Six Cave Heavens and Seventy-two Blessed Lands."

"Relying on these little barbarian gods, what’s the use?"

Zhao Changsheng did not reply, only glanced sideways with a smile.

The Yin Master was startled and fell silent.

Since becoming an Earth Immortal, he had been hiding in Ailao Mountain, avoiding countless orthodox expeditions, naturally possessing deep spiritual sense.

He clearly sensed Zhao Changsheng’s murderous intent towards him...

......

On the southern coast of Goryeo, cannon positions were lined along the dock.

Thirty General Zhenyuan Cannons’ muzzles were grimly pointing at the sea surface.

The cannon barrels, jet black, glinted with the light of cold iron under the setting sun.

The gunners, bare-chested, sweated down their spines, soaking the red cloth tied around their waists—a long-standing rule of the Great Xuan Army Cannon Camp, said to ward off Evil Spirits causing cannon misfires.

The sea breeze, heavy with saline, blew in, causing the "Gao" character command flag on the mast to flap vigorously.

"Load!"

Lei Dahai’s voice was like thunder, veins bulging on his neck.

A descendant of the Mystical Sect’s Divine Craftsman, Lei Dahai’s ancestors had served in the Divine Machine Camp for three generations, now personally operating a newly extended-barrel "General Po Lu Cannon," squinting to calculate the wind direction.

Three miles away on the sea surface, the Japanese fleet was forced to retreat to the edge of the cannon range.

The Tang-style ship towers rolled with the waves, like a pack of hibernating beasts.

At the forefront, on the Anzai Ship, the gilded demon-faced prow shone a blood-red shade in the twilight.

A military flag with an inverted half moon stood at the bow, the sea wind tearing at the flag cloth, producing a wailing sound.

"The distance is enough."

Lei Dahai licked his cracked lips, "But if they retreat further, our cannons won’t reach them."

Grand Marshal of the Expeditionary Force, Gao Zhenxiong stood on the hill behind the cannon formation, his Mystic Iron Armor stained with blood and dust. His left hand pressed on the sword at his waist, while his right hand gripped a single-lens telescope, the edges darkened by sweat stains.

"Driving them back is enough."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "The Navy Fleet is still replenishing at Weihaiwei, right now we don’t have warships, as long as they can’t land——"

Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly paused.

In the view of the telescope, at the rear of the Japanese fleet, at the horizon where the sea met the sky...

It was changing color!

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