"Startling Thunder!" Xuan Zhen murmured, then grumbled, "What a vulgar name!"
"..."
Yang Zhengshan was speechless for a moment, and the excitement in his heart was scattered quite a bit by his complaint.
Senior, this name isn't vulgar!
Fine, it is a little vulgar!
Yang Zhengshan could not be bothered to argue with him, and turned to charge toward Qu Fusheng.
"You stole this poor Daoist's man. This one belongs to this poor Daoist!"
Before he could rush forward, however, Xuan Zhen charged toward Qu Fusheng first. With a flick of his fly whisk, he sent Qu Fusheng flying straight out.
Yang Zhengshan could not be bothered to argue with him. Instead, he looked around.
At this moment, the battle around them was at its fiercest. The war drums thundered without end. Roughly a hundred zhang away from him, Yu Tonghai was pounding the war drums madly, the dense drumbeats linking into one continuous roll.
Yang Zhengshan looked at Yu Tonghai, who stood on the ship tower beating the drums, and a hint of ease flashed through his eyes.
The Tenglong Vanguard had arrived.
Although the development of the battle had deviated somewhat from Yang Zhengshan's original plan, that did not affect the Tenglong Vanguard joining the fight. On the contrary, because Yang Zhengshan had led the fleet northeast, the Tenglong Vanguard had entered the battle even faster.
However, the Jiujiang Central Guard led by Bai Yuanxi had no telling where they had run off to at this point. Right now, they probably not only had not approached the battlefield, but might even be moving farther away from it.
Because the wind and waves were too fierce at this moment. There was no way they could sail against the wind while facing such waves.
Yu Tonghai stood on the ship