A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

The surging tide formed a huge white ribbon, its thunderous roar like a thousand troops drilling into battle formation.

Wei Yixiao exclaimed, "The tidal bore of the Qiantang River is as magnificent as raging waves rolling up frost and snow."

"Indeed, the Kunpeng soars three thousand miles across the water, and the army marches with ten thousand men. Red flags and green canopies flicker in and out of view, while black sand and white waves devour each other in a brutal struggle." The man speaking had a black turban wrapped around his head and a fierce expression. He turned his gaze away from the moonlit river tide that seemed to avalanche and cleave the earth, and said, "I heard that Yang Xiao suffered a setback in Hengyang."

"Haha..." Wei Yixiao's laughter was sharp and loud, and as grating as a sharp awl scraping against a rock. "He is a disciple of the Emei Sect. He is not old, only sixteen or seventeen years old. He is cunning by nature and ruthless. He first encountered that kid in Guanluo. He suffered a cold poison attack after fighting with the Tartars and sought someone to drink his blood."

"Could it be that the kid escaped from the Bat King?"

Wei Yixiao laughed loudly, "Under the whole world, who can I take? Can they fly to the heavens or dive into the earth?"

"Bat King, don't keep me in suspense."

"That brat lured me to the cliff. I captured him, but he grabbed me and jumped off the cliff, wanting to die with me."

The man was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "The Emei Sect has such a figure?"

"The real show is yet to come," Wei Yi said with a smile. "When I struck him with my palm, that kid fell off the cliff, but for some reason he survived. Later, he encountered him again on the Xiang River when he was with Yang Xiao."

"Could it be that Yang Xiao was also framed?"

"Yang Xiao has been diligently cultivating at Zuowang Peak, and his martial arts have indeed improved remarkably. I recognized that kid; Yang Xiao is a shrewd man. Back then, he did try to show off a little, carrying two wine jars across a stretch of river more than ten zhang wide. Guess what happened?"

After pondering for a moment, the man laughed and said, "I can't figure it out. Logically speaking, even the old nun Miejue wouldn't have gotten the better of Yang Xiao."

"The brilliance lies in this: that kid actually had a poisoned hidden weapon. Dozens of needles were shot at at once, and Yang Xiao was in the air, so he was caught off guard."

The man burst into laughter, "I've been hunting geese all day, but I ended up getting pecked by a sparrow. Brilliant! And then what happened?"

Wei Yixiao rolled his eyes. "When I learned that Bai Guishou had been kidnapped by the old woman from the Five Poisons Sect and the Sky Eagle Sect, I figured that no matter who the old woman was, her goal was nothing more than the Dragon-Slaying Saber. I was determined to hire a ship to go out to sea to find her, so I came to Tang Qishi's place. Yang Xiao and I didn't get along, so we parted ways in Hengyang. Who knows where he went? He might be going to Bashu to look for that kid from Emei."

"It can't be that bad," Tang Qishi said.

"Yang Xiao is a cunning and scheming man. If word gets out about what happened that day, where will the Left Guardian of the Brightness Sect put his face?"

"That's true."

Wei Yi abruptly changed the subject, asking, "Can the flood flag be used to send large ships out to sea?"

The Tang envoy laughed heartily, "Why bother going to sea?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"We have subdued many gangs in the Liangjiang region and dispatched fast ships to patrol the coast day and night. Whether it's the Eagle Cult or the old woman, as long as they find the Lion King, they will get firsthand information. It won't be too late to send ships to intercept them then."

"Brilliant," Wei Yixiao praised.

"The Flood Flag and the Bat King advance and retreat together. I, Tang Yang, cannot stand Zhuang Zheng and Yang Xiao's arrogance."

Wei Yi laughed and said, "With the support of the Tang Banner Envoy and the Maitreya Sect, and with the Dragon-Slaying Saber, you and I will jointly rule the Holy Sect."

"Alright, I trust the Bat King. It's a deal."

A gentle breeze caresses the hillside, and footsteps echo through the woods.

A figure moved with lightning speed, quickly approaching.

Wei Yixiao and Tang Yang turned around and looked at each other. The black-clad man who stepped forward made a flame shape with his hands.

"I have met the Bat King."

Wei Yixiao returned the greeting.

The man then turned to Tang Yang and said, "Something has happened to the Three Dragons Gang."

"How so?"

"The main headquarters was attacked by the Emei Sect. The sect leader was seriously injured and jumped into the river. He was rescued but died from his injuries."

Tang Yang was slightly taken aback.

Wei Yixiao asked, "Who are you from the Emei Sect?"

"The followers say it was a group of female disciples led by Ding Minjun."

"Bat King, what do you think of this matter?" Tang Yang asked.

"What is the Three Dragons Gang?"

"The sects and factions we befriended in Qiantang were all small, local sects whose members made their living by the water; they were all excellent swimmers, like white streaks in the waves. The Three Dragons Gang had more than ten fast boats operating along the coast."

Wei Yi smiled and said, "This is a good thing. It will allow us to bring the Three Dragons Gang under the Flood Banner, which will not only expand our manpower but also provide us with many more riverboats. It's a win-win situation."

The death of the leader of the Three Dragons Gang was a momentous event in the eyes of the gang's disciples, but Wei Yixiao saw it as a good thing that would benefit Hong Shuiqi no matter what.

"He has the makings of a Bat King cult leader. What about those female disciples of the Emei Sect? Maybe we should kill them to win them over."

Wei Yixiao said coldly, "First, arrange for someone to scout out and see if that kid from the Emei Sect is in Qiantang."

"it is good."

Wei Yixiao succinctly described Chen Yu's physique and appearance, and Tang Yang arranged for his disciples to investigate.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, long howl came from afar.

Tang Yang's expression changed drastically. "This person who is howling has considerable internal strength."

"Hmm," Wei Yi smiled and nodded. Then, in the direction of the mountain temple in the distance, a white figure leaped out like lightning, its amazing trajectory extending before disappearing into the deep night in a moment.

"Who is this expert?" Wei Yixiao asked in surprise. "His lightness skill is quite good."

……

The moonlight seemed to be shattered by the dance of Chen Yu and Elder Yuan's two longswords. Xia Jingzhe did his best to parry and defend, and the light of the snake sword gathered like a golden arrow, suddenly thrusting forward with swiftness and ruthlessness.

Elder Hu Yuan wielded his longsword from bottom to top, from left to right, unleashing a powerful and swift strike. Chen Yu was unfamiliar with the Hengshan sword technique, but with his astonishing senses and swordsmanship comprehension, he combined it with a move from "Willow Catkins Fluttering" from the "Willow Catkins Dancing in the Wind" sword technique. The sword light, like catkins, shot and flew from bottom to top, from right to left.

The two sword lights from Chen Yu and Elder Yuan formed a cross, and the center of the cross perfectly enveloped Xia Jingzhe.

The sound of metal clashing, like popping beans, rang out immediately. Xia Jingzhe suddenly straightened his body and flew several feet away. Just as he hit the ground, he slapped the ground with his left hand, somersaulted to dissipate the force, and flew several feet away before landing.

The other person's body was covered in bloodstains, with bright red blood seeping from his left shoulder and right ribs, a blood-red mess.

The moment the battle was decided, Chen Yu leaped into the air, his legs slapping repeatedly as if he were walking on air, and landed on the sword formation several feet away.

……

Bai Xilou moved like a green snake slithering under the moonlight, skimming close to the ground to avoid the attacks of Tang Zhihu and Li Mingxia. He rose and glided, moving like a ghost. His nine-section whip leaped in the air and suddenly wrapped around Ding Minjun's longsword.

"Let go"

"Don't even think about it."

The force transmitted through the whip surged like a raging torrent. Ding Minjun's body sank, and she pulled back with both hands holding the sword. But in an instant, the force on the nine-section whip suddenly disappeared, and a strong force of pulling back surged forth.

With this release and retraction, Bai Xilou immediately dissipated Ding Minjun's strength, causing her to be pulled into the air. The Snake Immortal of the Five Poisons Sect leaped into the air, extending his left hand to grab Ding Minjun.

Chen Yu leaped into the air and delivered a flying kick with his right foot, striking Bai Xilou's wrist with a loud thud.

Bai Xilou raised his left hand high as he reached for Ding Minjun. Chen Yu's figure plummeted to the ground, his body leaning back as he kicked his right foot upwards.

bang...

Bai Xilou was kicked in the abdomen, his body flipped in mid-air and landed at Ding Minjun's feet.

"You bitch."

Ding Minjun drew her sword and stabbed.

"Keep alive."

"it is good."

Ding Minjun knocked the opponent unconscious with a single palm strike.