Meanwhile, in the middle of the river, the black-awning boat with the old man sitting in it remained entirely unaffected by the fierce battle. Instead, it continued to drift, its relative position not shifting an inch.
"Thief Zheng!"
True Man Yuan Yi roared furiously. His voice, infused with True Qi, rippled outward in all directions. It rang like a massive bell, ensuring that the villages on both sides of the river heard it clearly.
Drenched from head to toe, True Man Yuan Yi stepped forward, kicking up a gale. The waves surged, and his saber struck like a sweeping tide. In an instant, the Qi and Blood and True Gang throughout his body churned like massive breakers, propelling the distinct gleam of his blade as it Slashed toward Zheng Jun. "Pay for my disciple's life!"
