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The firelight illuminated the ferocious faces of the pirates, and also the despairing eyes of the survivors of the Jingling ship.

Although Shan Meixian and Song Yuzhi had boarded the ship to fight the enemy, it was too late to help them in their immediate predicament. The Dongming itself was facing the most intense long-range attack since its establishment!
However, at this critical moment.

Yi Huawei, who had been standing still at the bow of the boat, finally moved.

He glanced up at the deadly rain of arrows and poisonous smoke hurtling towards him, then slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread, and gently pressed it into the void in front of him.

The instant his palm pressed down, an invisible and intangible yet indescribably vast power suddenly spread out from him like ripples on water!
In an instant, the space within a radius of several dozen feet in front of the bow of the Dongming ship seemed to freeze!

Time itself seemed to slow down. The rockets that had been hurtling through the air with a fierce, piercing sound seemed to have their flames suppressed by an invisible force, their momentum abruptly reduced, and their bodies trembled eerily in the air; the poison canisters that had been thrown out, emitting a strong, pungent odor, seemed to have hit an invisible wall, their momentum instantly lost, and they even hovered in the air for a moment; even the grappling hooks that had been trying to snag on the hull of the Dongming seemed to have sunk into sticky glue, their speed becoming incredibly slow!

This bizarre scene left everyone who witnessed it, whether they were the Garuda pirates attacking in a frenzy, the desperate survivors of Jingling, or Shan Meixian and Song Yuzhi fighting on the enemy ship, horrified and almost unable to believe their eyes!

What kind of martial art is this?!
The next moment, something even more devastating happened to them.

Yi Huawei gently pulled his slightly open fingers inward.

"Om-!"

An invisible shockwave emanated from the center of his palm and suddenly shot outwards!
The countless rockets, poison canisters, and grappling hooks that were frozen in mid-air seemed to be thrown back along the same path by an invisible giant hand with greater force and faster speed!

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

“Bang bang bang—!”

The rockets changed direction, whistling even more sharply than before, and as if guided by eyes, they shot precisely towards the ghost-headed ship from which they had come! The poison canisters exploded in mid-air, but the dense, acrid smoke was instead drawn back towards the ghost-headed ship's deck by an invisible force! The grappling hooks, like venomous snakes turning on their master, flew back and entangled the ship's masts and sides, even lifting several pirates who couldn't dodge in time, sending them screaming as they fell into the icy river!

"what!"

"my eyes!"

"Watch out! Get out of the way!"

The Ghost Head Fleet was instantly thrown into utter chaos! The weapons they fired returned fire with even greater ferocity. Rockets pierced sails, decks, and even the bodies of pirates, reigniting flames; billowing poisonous smoke quickly filled the air, choking people and causing them to tear up and struggle to breathe; and flying grappling hooks caused considerable disturbance.

This incredible, almost supernatural method completely stunned everyone present!

The shouts of battle and the clash of weapons came to an abrupt halt. Whether it was Shan Meixian, Song Yuzhi, Fang Zetao and his men, or even the fierce Garuda pirates, they all stared dumbfounded at the figure still standing with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering, at the bow of the Dongming ship, as if frozen in place.

The river wind howled, fluttering his clothes. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Yi Huawei was like a god descended to earth, a judge who held the power of life and death!

Yi Huawei's gaze swept indifferently over the chaotic ghost-head ships, finally settling on the largest and most ferociously decorated flagship, and the ship next to it where Commander Yun stood.

Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone, he took the next step.

Yi Huawei stepped into the air as if there were invisible steps beneath his feet, his figure graceful and composed, slowly walking towards the Ghost Head fleet.

One step, two steps, three steps...

With each step he took, his aura seemed to become more ethereal, yet his connection with this world seemed to grow even stronger. The river wind naturally parted around him, and even the surging waves seemed to calm down a bit.

"He...flew...flew up?!"

"A god! It's a god!"

"Run!"

The surviving Garuda pirates finally snapped out of their extreme fear, letting out incoherent screams. Some even dropped their weapons, trying to jump into the river to escape.

Just as Yi Huawei was pacing through the air, approaching within about ten zhang of the largest ghost-headed warship, he stopped, hovering in the void. Looking down at the panicked crowd below, who resembled ants, he spoke calmly. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder from the heavens, clearly reaching the ears of everyone on every ghost-headed warship below, directly shaking their minds:
"Lay down your weapons and kneel down to live."

The sound was initially calm, but once heard, it seemed to transform into countless thunderclaps, exploding deep within everyone's mind!
A fear stemming from the instinct for survival instantly gripped everyone's hearts!
"Splash!" "Splash!" "Ah!"

The weaker pirates felt dizzy, their ears were ringing, and their blood was churning. They couldn't hold their weapons and they fell off the deck. Some even rolled their eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and fainted. Even the minor leaders were all pale-faced, swaying precariously, and had no thought of resisting.

The entire Oni-head fleet, except for a few weak resistances, almost completely lost its fighting capacity after that roar!
The ship that Zhu Jie and Commander Yun were on was still putting up a stubborn resistance!

The infamous "Garuda King," despite his formidable power, barely withstood the lion's roar, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief. Zhu Jie roared, grabbing a heavy, nine-ringed, ghost-headed broadsword leaning against the ship's side. The blade jingled, and he tried to rally his remaining men: "Don't be afraid! He's all alone! Give him your..."

Before he finished speaking, Yi Huawei's gaze had already fallen, and he flicked his finger in the direction of Zhu Jie.

"call out!"

A highly condensed, invisible, and colorless finger gust of wind shot out from the sky, its speed exceeding the limits of visual perception!

Zhu Jie felt an incredibly sharp energy, seemingly capable of piercing through everything, instantly strike his face. In shock, he barely managed to parry by holding the Ghost Head Blade horizontally in front of him.

"clang--!"

A crisp, resounding clang, like the clash of metal!

Zhu Jie felt an irresistible force surge from the blade, instantly splitting his hand and drawing blood. The finely crafted steel ghost-head broadsword had been shattered by this finger strike! The broken blade grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. He felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer; a tightness gripped his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His burly body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the mainmast with a thud, cracking the thick mast in several places before finally sliding softly to the ground. For a moment, he couldn't get up, his eyes filled with boundless fear.

On the other side, on the ship where Commander Yun was located.

The Western Turkic Grand Preceptor had already raised his guard to its highest level when Yi Huawei was pacing in mid-air. When the lion's roar came, he barely managed to resist it with his internal energy technique, which was different from that of the Central Plains, but his mind was also greatly shaken.

Seeing that Yi Huawei had severely injured Zhu Jie with a single finger from a distance, Commander Yun knew that he had no chance of survival today, but with his ruthless nature, how could he sit and wait for death?

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly swayed as he unleashed his trump card, the "Phantom Movement Technique." His entire body seemed to transform into four or five afterimages, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, rapidly flashing across the deck. At the same time, the two gleaming Western Region scimitars in his hands drew eerie arcs, their blade light weaving into a net to protect his vital points. He was attempting a final desperate gamble with his uncanny movement technique and swordsmanship, even trying to find an opportunity to counterattack!

His movements were indeed unpredictable and mysterious, leaving many afterimages, making it difficult for ordinary experts to pinpoint his true location.

However, in Yi Huawei's eyes, this so-called illusion was nothing more than child's play.

Yi Huawei didn't even glance at the dazzling afterimages; his gaze pierced through the illusion, landing directly on the next point where Yun Shuai's true form would land. He raised his hand again, this time not with a flick of his finger, but with his five fingers slightly bent, and gently grasped at the void where Yun Shuai's true form was about to arrive.

"Buzz!"

Yun Shuai was feeling quite pleased with his masterful movement technique when he suddenly felt the space around him tighten, as if he had fallen into an invisible quagmire, and all his illusions shattered instantly! His speed, which he was so proud of, plummeted, and the smooth, unpredictable trajectory of his curved blade became incredibly sluggish! Even more terrifying, an invisible, immense suction force came from above, firmly locking his body in place!
"Do not--!"

Yun Shuai was terrified. He roared and desperately channeled all his strength, slashing upwards with his twin blades in an attempt to break free of the invisible restraints!

But his blade seemed to cut into an endless expanse of cotton, or be caught in a deep-sea whirlpool, where all the power was easily dissolved and absorbed.

Yi Huawei gently lifted his slightly bent fingers upwards.

Yun Shuai felt an irresistible force grab him, his feet instantly leaving the ground, and his entire body was lifted into the air uncontrollably! The scimitar in his hand fell to the deck with two clangs, and his limbs struggled, but it was like a grasshopper bound by invisible ropes, all in vain.

Under the gaze of hundreds of terrified eyes, Yi Huawei stood suspended in mid-air, his left hand reaching out towards the direction of Zhu Jie's main ship.

Zhu Jie, who had just struggled to get up, suddenly felt the same suction force coming from him. He was so badly injured that he had no power to resist. His fat body was also lifted into the air, just like Yun Shuai on the other side. He was lifted into the air, flailing his arms and legs.

With one hand in each hand, as if carrying two chickens or ducks to be slaughtered, Yi Huawei easily captured the infamous "Garuda King" Zhu Jie, who dominated the region, and the Western Turkic national teacher "Yun Shuai".

His gaze swept over the Garuda pirates below, who had completely lost their will to resist and were kneeling in disarray, as well as the two burning and slowly sinking wreckages of the Jingling warships, before finally returning to the Dongming.

"Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and take in prisoners."

The calm voice rang out again, echoing across the now lifeless river.

Only then did Shan Meixian, Song Yuzhi, Fang Zetao, and everyone else seem to awaken from an unbelievable dream. Gazing at the peerless figure in the blue robe in the sky, carrying two grandmasters as if they were nothing, they were filled with endless awe and shock.

The river flowed swiftly, and flames illuminated the sky. In this battle, the Eastern Sea, known as the Crossing River, annihilated the Garuda tribe and the Cloud Commander's forces in an instant.

………………

On the deck, a chilling silence followed the death of the enemy. The surviving Garuda pirates, disarmed and held captive in a corner, were all pale and trembling. The Dongming faction and the Song clan were methodically clearing the battlefield, treating their own lightly wounded, and bringing the survivors from the dilapidated Jingling ship that had barely managed to catch up with them.

Yi Huawei floated through the air as if descending steps, landing calmly back at the bow of the Dongming ship, his blue robe still pristine and spotless. He casually tossed the imprisoned Zhu Jie and Yun Shuai onto the deck like dead dogs.

Shan Meixian and Song Yuzhi had also returned from the ghost-headed ships they had cleaned up, landing behind Yi Huawei.

Shan Meixian's breathing was steady, her dignified face bearing a hint of fierce battle's intensity. Song Yuzhi was slightly out of breath, a few drops of blood staining her apricot-colored riding and archery uniform, but her eyes shone even brighter.

Supported by the man with the appearance of someone from the Western Regions, Fang Zetao, filled with the relief of surviving a calamity, respectfully bowed to Yi Huawei:
"Your subordinate kowtows to thank the Alliance Leader for saving my life! Alliance Leader, may you be as mighty as heaven, Zetao... Zetao..."

Fang Zetao was so excited that he was almost incoherent. What he had seen today had completely overturned his understanding of force.

"It's okay!"

Yi Huawei nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Zhu Jie, who was slumped on the ground like a rag doll.

This "Garuda King," who once dominated the Han River and whose fearsome reputation could silence even the most terrified children, was now a limp mess, his face ashen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazed over. That single, distant finger strike had not only broken his sword but also severely damaged his internal organs.

“Zhu Jie,”

Yi Huawei spoke, his voice calm, yet it sent a shiver down Zhu Jie's spine: "He has wreaked havoc on the region, and his sins are grave."

Before he finished speaking, Yi Huawei flicked his finger, and a condensed gust of wind silently entered Zhu Jie's lower abdomen, specifically his dantian.

"Ugh—!"

Zhu Jie let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire body convulsing violently as if his spine had been ripped out, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat. He could clearly feel his internal energy, cultivated over decades, rapidly draining from his shattered dantian like a burst dam, leaving nothing behind in just a few breaths! An unprecedented sense of weakness and emptiness swept over him, more terrifying than death itself.

A visible, foul-smelling, grayish-black aura was forcibly expelled from his pores and instantly dissipated into the air. His once plump body shrank visibly, his skin lost its luster, became covered in wrinkles, and his eyes became completely dull, making him look like an ordinary, dying old man, with no trace of his former mastery.

Yi Huawei casually tossed the unconscious Zhu Jie onto the deck and ordered Shan Meixian, "Take him down and lock him up with Zhu Mei."

Her calm voice sent a chill down the spines of those present who knew the relationship between Zhu Mei and Zhu Jie. The implication of imprisoning a deposed father with his ambitious and ruthless daughter together was chilling. (End of Chapter)