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Python robe?
Without a second thought, Yang Ge grabbed his saber and chased after him onto the ship.
After a massive disturbance that sent the entire ship reeling from side to side, Yang Ge conjured a gust of metallic True Qi and blasted through the deck to soar into the sky, his hand still gripping a bloodied, round-faced headwhose eyes were wide open in death.
This scene sent shivers down the spines of the eager court Grandmasters on the other ships, who were about to rush over and help. The True Qi they were about to unleash retracted back into their Dantians with a ’whoosh’, like frightened snails... Not daring to show themselves, not at all!
"Rise!"
With the decapitated head in hand, Yang Ge, hovering in midair, let out a fierce shout. In an instant, dozens of saber-carrying Eastern Factory underlings saw their ox-tail sabers flying out of their hands, hovering around Yang Ge. At a glance, there were at least fifty!
"Shatter!"
Yang Ge looked up and let out a long howl, his hairband coming undone, his locks flying wildly.
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"Clang..."
The dozens of ox-tail sabers shattered into countless palm-sized pieces.
"Go!"
Yang Ge swung his saber towards the four Eastern Factory ships below, and the myriad of blade fragments instantly converged into a torrent of flying knives. The gleaming torrent poured down like a cascading waterfall, writhing like a giant python as it wound back and forth across the four Eastern Factory ships. Wherever it passed, the ships crumbled like tofu, and human figures were reduced to piles of severed limbs and mutilated corpses.
In a matter of breaths, more than five hundred Eastern Factory underlings were dead!
Without putting up even a semblance of resistance!
"Thump."
Yang Ge landed heavily on the deck house of a capsizing ship, his bloodshot eyes scanning the dozen or so court ships ahead. He leapt forward, once again whipping up a fierce metallic True Qi and darted towards those court ships.
Stunned, Yang Tiansheng regained his senses and exclaimed, "Fuck, you’re serious!"
Li Jincheng, also trembling slightly, had goosebumps visible to the naked eye, "He... he... he must have reached the rank of Grandmaster, right?"
Yang Tiansheng shuddered, shook his head vigorously, and with a leap, he darted forward like an eagle swooping down on its prey, lightly touching the scattered planks before chasing after Yang Ge: "Yang Ge, calm down, calm down!"
Behind him, Li Jincheng followed, stepping on the water like a swimming fish as he yelled, "Yang Ge, the people of the Eastern Factory are wiped out, stop the killing, it’s getting out of control..."
Meanwhile, Yang Ge, already wreaking havoc on the ship flying The Supervisory Office’s pennants, turned a deaf ear and swung his saber like a reaper cutting through waves of staggering figures.
The officials on the other ships were so frightened they didn’t dare go below deck; they threw down their weapons and jumped into the river...
In no time, the Bian River was dotted with bobbing heads, like dumplings thrown into water.
The brocade-robed guards from the Imperial Guard and the Western Factory had anticipated Yang Ge’s bloody rampage and stayed behind the officials from the Six Bureaus. By then, Shen Fa had already leapt onto a Western Factory ship and was frantically pushing Wei Heng forward, "Hurry and engage him, if he keeps killing like this, not one of us will survive today, and after this, he’ll head to the capital..."
Wei Heng desperately clung to the mast, shaking his head like a rattle drum, "I won’t go, I won’t, who could withstand him? I’ve trained in the Iron Shirt, not the Spring and Autumn Indestructible Skill!"
Shen Fa, hopping mad, "If you don’t go, who will? If I could withstand him, I’d go myself!"
Wei Heng, "Why can’t you go? Aren’t you two friends? If you go, he surely won’t kill you!"
Shen Fa, "That bastard’s seeing red, he won’t recognize anyone..."
At this point, he paused, and the two exchanged glances, quickly let go, and began to fumble with their belts, stripping off their python robes.
While they spoke, Yang Ge, having already cleared The Supervisory Office’s ship, leapt onto the Ministry of Punishment’s ship.
Just as he raised his Cold Moon Saber to slaughter the Ministry of Punishment’s constables who were still clinging to their ox-tail sabers, ready to fight to the death, a figure in a purple python robe with flowered hair suddenly burst from the deck and threw a punch at Yang Ge’s face.
Yang Ge, unfazed, swung his saber to meet the attack.
"Clang..."
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A muffled sound, deep and resonant like a great bell, rang out as Yang Ge was sent flying backward, crashing through the mast and off the deck.
Flowers burst into motion, and silhouettes closely followed his, with fists raining down like a violent storm, enveloping all the vital points around Yang Ge.
Yang Ge shook his hand to fling the severed head he was holding and swung his sabers with speed, with each strike as fast as lightning and weighing over a thousand pounds.
"Bang."
The two figures plunged into the water, stirring up a cloud of murky silt from the riverbed.
This sudden turn of events interrupted all the ongoing actions of everyone present.
Wei Heng, who had half-removed his python robe, gazed at the familiar silhouette and blurted out in disbelief, "Fifth Master?"
As Shen Fa heard this and was about to step forward to ask questions, the purple-robed old man who had just fallen into the water sprang up from the Bian River, landing on the Ministry of Punishment’s boat with his hands behind his back, looking down at the churning muddy waters with a dark and grim expression. Blood was trickling from his clenched fists hanging at his back.
From a distance, Shen Fa eyed the four-clawed black dragon on the old man’s purple robe and immediately realized, "The Imperial Horse Supervisor?"
Just then, Yang Tiansheng, who had reached near the muddy surface of the river, also recognized the four-clawed black dragon on the old man’s robe. A chill ran down his spine as he exclaimed in shock, "It’s over, it’s the undying old man of the Imperial Horse Supervisor..."
Li Jincheng, who caught up with Yang Tiansheng, heard the latter part of the sentence and, in a confused state, was about to ask Yang Tiansheng what the Imperial Horse Supervisor was when he saw the purple-robed elder on the bow of the ship looking expressionlessly in their direction.
Startled, Li Jincheng grabbed Yang Tiansheng and both dove into the water without a second thought.
The purple-robed elder’s figure flickered, turning into a streak of dark light that shot over.
But as the purple-robed elder skimmed over the muddy surface of the river, five beams of light suddenly burst forth from the churning mud.
The purple-robed elder, who was close to catching up with Yang Tiansheng and Li Jincheng, saw these five light beams and deftly reversed his direction with a swift swallow turn, landing back on the Ministry of Punishment’s boat with a solemn expression as he confronted the five light pillars: gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow.
After shimmering for a few moments, the five beams of light coalesced into a single thick, dark column that whipped up a vortex against the blackness above.
In the center of the vortex, Yang Ge, clad in tattered cloths like a beggar, his face ashen as if coated with lime, stepped steadily onto the surface of the water while holding the Cold Moon Saber aloft.
He looked up steadily at the purple-robed old man at the bow, his eyes blood-red without a trace of white, and said, "Grandmaster?"
The purple-robed elder narrowed his eyes and chuckled, speaking with the profoundness peculiar to old age, "Young man, self-destruction is not the way of the wise."
"My path..."
Yang Ge laughed softly, "You say it’s destroyed?"
The purple-robed elder pondered for a moment before bluntly saying, "You’ve killed the man, you’ve vented your anger. Let this be the end of it. Let bygones be bygones, how about that?"
"How about not."
Yang Ge’s face still wore a smile, "There’s a source to every grievance and a debtor for every debt. They were merely tools; the main instigator hasn’t lost a single hair yet!"
The purple-robed elder spread his hands, "He just wanted to put on a show for the whole world to see, not to desecrate your ancestral grave. It was Huang Jin, that damn bastard, acting on his own accord. He was surprised too. I was sent here only to persuade you to back down!"
"Oh?"
Yang Ge pointed at himself, as the grey pillar of light above his head slowly retreated into his body, finally restoring some color to his face, "Is this how you persuade people to back down?"
The purple-robed elder gave a dry laugh, "Of course, even backing down requires the qualifications to do so, don’t you think?"
"Absolutely!"
Yang Ge nodded, slowly raising the Cold Moon Saber with both hands gripping the hilt: "To back down, one indeed needs the qualifications to do so..."
The purple-robed elder watched his saber with eyes narrowed to slits, "Young man, I’ve lived to this old age and have long grown tired of life; swapping lives with me is not worth it!"
"Look who’s talking..."
Yang Ge’s smile slowly turned ferocious, "Who isn’t tired of living!"
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