"Master Uncle!"
In the distance, the young man in the purple robe shouted, his heart in his throat.
Everyone else also paled.
Bang!
In the midst of the crisis, Qingqin showed no fear as she desperately defended herself. However, she was shaken by the impact, causing her crimson twin blades to slip from her hands and fly away.
Her figure directly tumbled several zhang away, her pale lips coughing up blood repeatedly. Her bright eyes dimmed, and her aura weakened.
"She's still alive?"
The man in the coarse hemp robe furrowed his brows slightly, appearing surprised and somewhat taken aback.
"Sixth Prince, while I'm still alive, you should leave quickly. I know you still have a life-saving trump card on you. When the time comes, don't hesitate to use it."
Amidst the violent coughing, Qingqin struggled to stand up. She glanced at her fallen crimson twin blades in the distance, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness.
Then, she shook her head, took a deep breath, and a calm expression replaced the paleness on her stunning face. She said, "If he can throw away his life, so can I!"
The man in the coarse hemp robe's pupils slightly contracted, showing a rare moment of hesitation.
"Master Uncle, if we're going to die, let's die together!"
The young man in the purple robe shouted, his eyes filled with determination. "When the Emperor learns of what happened today, all of these people will die!"
Not far away, the middle-aged scholars and others had a subtle change in their expressions.
"I escorted you all the way here to prevent you from seeking death. Hurry up and leave!"
Qingqin reprimanded.
"Leave? None of you will leave here alive today!" The middle-aged scholar in the distance had a grim expression. "Only when all of you are dead will this matter never trace back to us!"
Suddenly, Yuan Luoxi, Cheng Wuyong, and others felt a chill.
It was at this moment that a voice, tinged with helplessness, sighed:
"I knew this would be a big trouble."
Along with the voice, Su Yi walked over from the side of the ship, holding a bamboo staff, appearing calm and detached.
The gaze of everyone instinctively turned towards him.
Yuan Luoxi, Cheng Wuyong, and Huang Qianjun's eyes lit up, their expressions filled with excitement. Is Mr. Su finally going to make a move?
However, when they saw that it was the young man who had been scared away by themselves at the staircase, the middle-aged scholar immediately sneered, "Don't be afraid, kid. I guarantee that I'll chop off your head later to give you a good time!"
The surrounding black-clad individuals laughed.
"What do you mean?" The young man in the purple robe turned iron-gray in his cheeks. "Do you think I let you stay here to harm you?"
His expression was somewhat ferocious, filled with boundless anger.
"Isn't it so?" Su Yi retorted. "Knowing that you have secrets on you, yet openly reveling here, how foolish. Now, because of you, everyone present will suffer. How selfish."
The young man in the purple robe was so angry that he almost coughed up blood.
Before, he had reprimanded Su Yi for being foolish and selfish. He never expected that he would be scolded back by Su Yi now!
"Look, they're starting to fight among themselves. Isn't this like dogs biting each other? Hahaha."
In the distance, the woman who had attempted to assassinate the young man in the purple robe laughed recklessly.
Su Yi glanced at her with indifference and said, "You better be able to keep laughing later."
A trace of inexplicable chill surged in the woman's heart, and her laughter abruptly stopped. She felt a sense of uncertainty. How could a mere young man in the Blood Moving Realm have such terrifying eyes?
"Sixth Prince, this time only Mr. Su can save us. Let me tell you again, don't let anger cloud your judgment."
Yuan Luoxi took a deep breath and spoke seriously.
"You're saying he... he can save us?" The young man in the purple robe was a bit dumbfounded, feeling like he had heard a huge joke.
"Miss Yuan, do you really think it's the time for jokes?" Zhang Duo's face turned ugly.
Even Qingqin, a terrifying existence, was no match for that martial arts grandmaster, let alone Su Yi, a young man in the Blood Moving Realm?
The middle-aged scholars and others in the distance were also taken aback for a moment, but then burst into laughter.
Even the man in the coarse hemp robe, who wielded a black short spear, shook his head slightly. In his eyes, Su Yi was like a jumping clown, ignorant of life and death.
If it weren't for fear of Qingqin going all out, he would have killed Su Yi long ago.
At this moment, even Qingqin couldn't help but feel annoyed. She glanced coldly at Su Yi and sarcastically said, "If you can really save everyone here, then I'll do anything you ask! But if you can't, then you better obediently get lost!"
"Anything goes?" Su Yi pondered for a moment and said, "That condition is somewhat acceptable. Otherwise, helping some unrelated people deal with troubles would only leave a bad taste in my mouth."
Qingqin was stunned. Is this guy crazy?
In the distance, the man in the coarse hemp robe's eyes flashed with a cold light, taking advantage of Qingqin's momentary distraction, he launched a fierce attack.
A sudden assault from a grandmaster, how terrifying?
Boom!
The black short spear carried a dazzling and powerful force, shattering the air as it cleaved through, emitting sharp sonic booms.
"Get out of the way!"
Qingqin's pretty face changed, and she tried to push Su Yi, who was in front of her, away.
But to her astonishment, despite her great strength, when she pushed against Su Yi, it was like pushing against a mountain. He didn't budge an inch.
Clang!
At that moment, everyone heard a clear sword hum.
Immediately after, a flash of sword light appeared, tearing through the dark night like a sudden lightning, ripping through the inky darkness.
Everyone's eyes stung, and tears almost welled up.
The man in the coarse hemp robe felt his soul tremble, a trace of trance appearing in his eyes. In his consciousness, as if chaos was opening, a strand of sword energy emerged from the chaos, so majestic and ancient, so vast and lofty...
Then, this strand of sword energy fiercely descended!
A wave of tiny and helpless despair surged through his body, stimulating the man in the coarse hemp robe to scream in terror:
"No—!"
The sound reverberated through the night sky, rumbling and rolling.
Everyone in the audience shuddered, looking up to see a horrifying scene:
The man in the coarse hemp robe, who had charged forward, froze in mid-action. The black short spear he was wielding remained suspended in mid-air, and his resolute and dark face was filled with fear and despair.
Then, with a thud, he fell straight to the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
There was not a single wound on his body, but the vitality within him evaporated in an instant, disappearing completely.
"No—"
"No—"
The man in the coarse hemp robe's hoarse and desperate cries continued to echo even in his final moments.
When everyone witnessed this eerie scene of death, their scalps tingled, and they were filled with horror.
"This..."
The middle-aged scholars were stunned.
How could a martial arts grandmaster die in such a bizarre way?
"Dead? He just died like that?!"
The young man in the purple robe was on the verge of stomping his feet. His eyes were dazed, his mind blank, and he even doubted if he was dreaming.
He didn't notice that his bodyguard, Zhang Duo, was also unusually dazed, shocked by this scene of death, his hands and feet trembling slightly.
What kind of swordsmanship was this?
"Mr. Su's methods are becoming increasingly mysterious and unfathomable!"
At this moment, even Yuan Luoxi, Cheng Wuyong, and Huang Qianjun, who had a good understanding of Su Yi, were stunned, their emotions roiling, overwhelmed by the shock.
A sword strike, like a flashing thunderbolt, tore through the night sky.
Yet a martial arts grandmaster had died on the spot without a single hair harmed. Such a strange and terrifying death method was beyond comprehension.
"You... you..."
Qingqin, being the closest, was most heavily impacted and couldn't even utter a word.
When the man in the coarse hemp robe made his move, she had intended to push Su Yi, this reckless and clueless young man, away. But who would have thought that she would fail?
However, it was precisely in that moment that she saw how Su Yi made his move.
With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword shot out from the blue-green jade-like bamboo staff, slicing through the night with unbelievable speed.
But what completely stunned her was that after this sword strike, there was still a distance of several meters between Su Yi and the man in the coarse hemp robe, and it hadn't even touched his clothes.
Yet, the man in the coarse hemp robe inexplicably died just like that!!
While she was still in a daze, Su Yi swiftly flashed and appeared in front of the woman not far away.
Faster than him was the Dust Blade Sword in his hand, which pierced through the woman's throat effortlessly, like an unstoppable ray of light.
Splat!
Blood splattered.
The woman widened her eyes, her face filled with bewilderment and astonishment.
She had also been shocked a moment ago, but before she could regain her senses, this sword had already struck, making her feel like a helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered, directly assassinated on the spot.
"Laughing at the wrong time can cost you your life."
Su Yi said softly.
Withdrawing his sword, he didn't even spare a glance at the woman who had fallen to the ground with a thud. Su Yi's gaze shifted to the middle-aged scholars in the distance.
At this moment, the middle-aged scholars had all snapped out of their daze, their faces pale with indescribable fear.
The man in the coarse hemp robe was their greatest reliance, but he had been killed by a single sword strike.
How could they not be shocked?
"Quick, let's go!"
Middle-aged scribe shouted and turned towards the staircase, rushing towards it.
The more than ten black-clad men beside him were even more ruthless, directly charging towards the sides of the ship, attempting to jump directly into the Great Cangjiang River below from this ninth-floor platform.
But how could Cheng Wuyong, Zhang Duo, and the others let them have their way? They immediately rushed out and launched a slaughter.
"Kill them! We can't let these bastards escape!"
"Everyone, attack together!"
"Kill these damn dogs!"
On this ninth-floor platform, there were not only Su Yi and the others but also many passengers who had been hiding in the distance. Among them were also some martial artists.
Seeing this scene, these martial artists all rushed out, shouting and rushing forward to help.
Su Yi had originally planned to pursue them, but when he saw this scene, he immediately stopped and sheathed his sword.
He was always lazy and would never personally do things that others could do for him.
Turning around, he found a chair and sat down. Su Yi couldn't help but let out a long breath, feeling the waves of exhaustion coming from his soul, and couldn't help but mock himself.
The sword strike that had killed the man in the coarse hemp robe just now was a soul technique he had recently practiced called the "Great Void Soul Sword Technique."
The sword was like the lofty Mount Tai, directly slashing into the soul, killing without a trace!
This was a secret technique of soul cultivation, not particularly profound, and that was why Su Yi could barely unleash it with his current soul power.
However, even so, this sword almost depleted his soul power.
"I must quickly cultivate the 'Freedom in Transformation Scripture.' Only then can I effortlessly display the Great Void Soul Sword Technique..."
Su Yi pondered.
While he was deep in thought, he suddenly noticed that the purple-robed youth not far away was looking in his direction.