Yang Tiansheng leapt beside Li Jincheng, firmly patting his shoulder with a laugh, "Not bad, Li, Yang Ge didn’t make the wrong choice befriending you!"
Li Jincheng couldn’t muster a smile, admitting frankly, "If you hadn’t come, I would have been figuring out how to get away with my skin intact... I only intended to vent some anger for Yang Ge, not to really pick a deadly quarrel with the Wei Imperial Court."
"That you’ve done this much is already plenty for a friend!"
Yang Tiansheng, with his arm over his shoulder, said in a casual tone yet with utmost sincerity, "As the old saying goes, it’s easy to add flowers to brocade but hard to send charcoal in snow. Adversity reveals true friendship!"
The two looked ahead at the approaching grand fleet, their eyes now clearly making out the guards from the Eastern Factory moving around on the leading merchant ships.
Li Jincheng silently gripped his shining silver spear tighter and said softly, turning his head, "After this, our Lianhuan Fort will probably have to seek refuge with your Ming Sect. The offer you made before—it still stands, right?"
Yang Tiansheng patted his chest and assured, "It stands, my word is as solid as a spit-nailed promise!"
Li Jincheng exhaled a murky breath with a smile, "Then today, let’s join hands to turn the heavens and earth upside down!"
Yang Tiansheng replied, "No problem!"
Both took a step forward, ready to leap into action.
Just at that moment, a dazzling golden figure flashed over their heads, cutting across the air with a thirty-meter-long blade aura like rippling silk, cleaving the Eastern Factory’s leading merchant ship in two.
Blood sprayed like mist, and flags fell like clouds.
The merchant ship that led the way with such a proud and lofty bearing just a second ago, now plunged into the clear river, raising a muddy upheaval, like a fallen warhorse.
The golden light dissipated, revealing Yang Ge in a flowing black robe, his aloof figure casting a silhouette as Xiao Se appeared in the sight of Yang Tiansheng and Li Jincheng.
Standing on a wooden plank, holding the Cold Moon Saber and pointing at the crowded twenty-plus large ships ahead, he slowly, pausing with every word, asked, "I will ask only once: who desecrated my grandfather’s grave, answer, and only some die, don’t answer, and all die!"
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His tone was not loud, yet his voice, like rolling spring thunder, traveled miles across the spacious river.
When his voice fell, all seemed to plunge into silence.
Thousands of eyes stared at his dark, ink-like figure, their pupils shrinking and mouths agape in silence.
One man with a saber facing over twenty massive ships, seemingly insignificant as a mantis trying to stop a chariot, now stood towering as if a giant reaching to the skies!
On the official side, even Shen Fa, who had vowed just the night before that "I figure he would give me this face," felt an inexplicable trepidation... Could such a frenzied man be given face?
"No answer?"
Yang Ge cocked his head and asked with a smile, softly as if jesting among friends.
His voice was gentle, yet every person on the official side felt their hearts seize with palpitations, as if an invisible giant hand grasped their hearts, ready to burst them the next second.
In such a scene, even the usually thrill-seeking Yang Tiansheng thought the matter too grave... If Yang Ge truly overturned the Wei Imperial Court’s six major law enforcement agencies here and now, the Zhao Family would exhaust their every recourse to retaliate against Yang Ge fiercely, wouldn’t they?
In haste, he stepped forward, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Yang Ge, it was the Eastern Factory’s people who dug up your ancestor’s grave!"
"Eastern Factory?"
Yang Ge raised his eye, and the next moment, a blinding surge of golden True Qi blasted towards the four merchant ships bearing the Eastern Factory flags.
The Eastern Factory guards on the ships, as if woken from a dream, unleashed a volley of arrows, raining down towards Yang Ge.
At the same time, two figures, one red and one purple, emanating a hazy aura of True Qi, burst forth into the sky, shouting as they followed the arrows to confront Yang Ge.
It must be said that Huang Jin’s confidence was not unfounded; with two genuine Grandmaster-level experts in the Eastern Factory, including himself, they could indeed hold their ground against top-notch masters like the twelve elites.
Keep in mind that the definition of a top-notch master at the level of the twelve elites on the list of Jianghu heroes is: the strongest below a Grandmaster.
Within the same tier, a qualitative difference in strength is hard to come by.
Without a qualitative difference, numerical superiority can make up for the disadvantage.
Under normal circumstances, even a top-notch master of the twelve elites would find it difficult to quickly eliminate a genuine Grandmaster-level expert in a few moves.
Unable to quickly eliminate an opponent, fighting outnumbered would significantly hinder them; while victory was still feasible, to decisively kill the opponent was exceedingly difficult...
And the intelligence Yang Ge had at the moment did not indicate that his battle prowess had exceeded the level of the twelve elites.
Even fewer people knew how his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, changing every day as drastically as combining the old and the new.
Thus, onlookers once more witnessed the thirty-meter-long radiant saber light reappear, swirling a splendid saber flower in the sky, sweeping through the barrage of arrows, and then accelerating like lightning to strike the red figure directly in the middle.
The Eastern Factory Grandmaster-level expert, who had just risen into the sky, neither expecting Yang Ge to break through the arrow storm so effortlessly nor anticipating such a sudden increase in the speed of his saber Qi, was caught off guard and took the full brunt of Yang Ge’s attack. Cut in half on the spot, he lifted a shower of blood into the air, falling back onto the ship with a smack.
The purple figure, narrowly escaping death and having witnessed such a sight, lost all courage and instantly scattered his displayed True Qi, revealing a round and chubby figure. He didn’t glance back as he twisted and scurried onto the ship... With such high odds of survival, it just so happened Huang Jin was the lucky one.
But unfortunately, at the moment he retracted his True Qi to conceal his sharpness, he revealed his red python robe adorned with four claws.