The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

Chen Zhaowu shouted and jumped back into the cabin through the broken window.

Following closely behind was a black wooden sword.

The wooden sword spun around as if struck by some powerful force, crashing heavily against the wall before wobbling and flying away.

This wooden sword is naturally the ghostly wooden sword possessed by Lü Xiucai.

It was just now that it pretended to be an assassin and launched a sneak attack.

Their original plan was to strike first, with Chen Zhaowu taking Gao Mengwei away, and then Zhou Heng finding an opportunity to subdue Yao Lie.

Everything went very smoothly.

Yao Lie and Gao Mengwei were the masterminds, and the sudden appearance of the assassin caught them completely off guard.

Even when Zhou Heng's knife was at Yao Lie's neck, Yao Lie still couldn't figure out where the assassin had come from.

I never expected that the Guardian Division would stage such a show.

After all, in his opinion, if the Imperial Guard really wanted to arrest someone, there was no need to go through so many roundabout ways; they could just come and kill them directly.

He forgot that the Imperial Guard was short-handed, and if they were to come directly to their door, they might not be a match for the Great River Gang.

"Old Zhou, it's proven, Da Jiang is a damn bastard—"

Chen Zhaowu shouted breathlessly, "Collusion—"

Before he could finish speaking, a head appeared in the window.

To be precise, it's just one eye.

That one eye alone was as big as half a window.

The other person glanced at the window and then looked away.

Only then did Zhou Heng realize that the owner of the eyes was none other than a black dragon.

Its head, about the size of a small house, was exactly like the legendary dragon, except it had no horns.

Even Zhou Heng couldn't help but swallow.

When Xue Zhiwei killed the crocodile demon, she said it was a dragon species and suspected that its father or mother was a dragon.

Could it be this guy in front of us?

"Dragon God above, these are our offerings to you, please enjoy them!"

Gao Mengwei knelt on the deck, kowtowing repeatedly to the dragon while shouting.

Zhou Heng glared at Chen Zhaowu.

Chen Zhaowu looked embarrassed.

With the dragon launching a sudden sneak attack, he was already lucky to have saved his own life; how could he possibly care about Gao Mengwei?

He just threw Gao Mengwei out as a shield.

These guys are definitely in cahoots; the dragon actually failed to devour Gao Mengwei!

"Yao Lie, what else do you have to say?"

Zhou Heng's hand holding the knife did not tremble at all as he spoke coldly.

Yao Lie glanced at the swaying ghostwood sword and a cold smile appeared on his face.

As a powerful figure in his own right, how could he not know what had happened at this point?

Unexpectedly, among the demon-slaying captains who came to Dajin County, there was also a priest!

"That was indeed somewhat unexpected."

Yao Lie said calmly.

"Unfortunately, you're too confident. And you underestimate me!"

Before he finished speaking, Yao Lie's skin instantly turned dark gold.

At the same time, a powerful aura suddenly erupted, and a strong wind blew Zhou Heng's clothes, almost blowing him away.

Zhou Heng snorted coldly and slashed down with the Dragon Sparrow Blade without hesitation.

clang!

A crisp sound of metal clashing.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade, which could cut through iron like mud, failed to sever Yao Lie's neck.

The blade seemed to collide with bronze and iron, sparking a few sparks, and only a faint red mark appeared on Yao Lie's neck.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yao Lie broke free from Zhou Heng's control and reached the window with two backflips.

"Since you've already discovered it, then I, Yao, will stop pretending."

Yao Lie laughed heartily, "You think you can break my invincible body? You're still too green!"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Before Yao Lie could finish speaking, Zhou Heng slid down, the Dragon Sparrow Blade covered in a layer of blood, and slashed down fiercely.

Yao Lie narrowed his eyes, a hint of disdain flashing in his pupils.

He instinctively raised his arm, ready to retaliate with his iron fist.

But at that moment, a look of confusion suddenly flashed in his eyes.

What is this move from?

He had completely forgotten what move he was going to use!

This daze only lasted for a moment, and Yao Lie recovered in the blink of an eye.

Immortal arts, chaos and debauchery!

Yao Lie's pupils contracted, but it was too late to make another move.

clang!

The long sword slashed down, striking him squarely in the throat.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the air, and a white mark appeared on Yao Lie's dark golden skin.

"You can't break my invincible spirit!"

Yao Lie roared.

Zhou Heng remained silent, his figure moving like a ghost through the cabin, his long sword unleashing a continuous barrage of powerful strikes.

No matter how Yao Lie dodged, Zhou Heng's movements were always a step ahead of his, and every slash he made echoed with the sound of metal clashing in the air.

The cramped cabin allowed Zhou Heng to fully utilize his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

In the blink of an eye.

Zhou Heng and Yao Lie separated.

Zhou Heng returned to the center of the cabin, while Yao Lie remained standing by the window, as if they had never moved.

"This—is impossible."

The sneer on Yao Lie's face had faded, and he looked at Zhou Heng with resentment in his eyes.

Clang!

Zhou Heng sheathed his long sword, the lingering sound echoing around the beam.

A crimson stain appeared at Yao Lie's throat, which rapidly expanded, and blood gushed out instantly.

Chen Zhaowu's eyes widened, and even the Ghostwood Sword trembled.

They could see clearly that in that short time, Zhou Heng had struck the same spot with every single one of his strikes.

One strike cannot break Yao Lie's golden body, but dozens of strikes in the same spot will eventually overwhelm even the strongest golden body.

However, Yao Lie was a seventh-rank martial artist with unparalleled strength. To ensure that every strike landed on the same spot on Yao Lie's body, Zhou Heng's swordsmanship and movement techniques had reached an incredible level.

Like a mountain of gold collapsing and a jade pillar falling, Yao Lie's body crashed to the ground.

The dragon's head outside the window instinctively tilted back, a hint of fear flashing in its lantern-like eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Heng took a step forward, his figure passing directly through the window and landing on the ship's side.

He looked up at the dragon's head.

The black dragon was several meters long, with two or three meters of it protruding above the water. Its head looked down at Zhou Heng.

"I possess the skill to slay dragons, and I wish to stir up the flowing clouds and dance."

Zhou Heng spoke loudly, drawing his long sword from his waist once more.

He drew his sword very slowly, but as soon as the blade was unsheathed, a violent aura soared into the sky.

As he drew his sword, Zhou Heng slightly bent his knees, his feet cracked, and he leaped into the air.

Swish!

A gleaming blade of light swept across the sky, heading straight for the black dragon.

Chen Zhaowu and Guimujian rushed to the side of the boat at the same time, just in time to see Zhou Heng and the black dragon entangled as they fell into the Huanhua River.

"Oh no!"

Chen Zhaowu slammed his fist on the gunwale. "Old Zhou, are you out of your mind? The water's your domain!"

A warship was sailing downstream, its deck filled with fully armed soldiers.

Xue Zhiwei struck the bow of the boat, watching helplessly as Zhou Heng and the black dragon fell into the water together.

The river was churning with waves. She rushed to the side of the boat, grabbed the gunwale with both hands, and looked worried.

The soldier, holding a powerful crossbow, hesitated, unsure whether to make a move.