"Leaving you on this ship would be troublesome too. I hope you're good enough swimmers."
The pressure on the people who had just been pinned to the deck by an invisible force vanished in an instant. Before they could recover their senses, however, their bodies flew out of control and plunged into the waves.
They were still not too far from Huazha Island. As long as their physical strength was decent, swimming back would not be much of a problem.
But those people had not gone very far yet,
The Xiongnu army immediately erupted into chaos. The soldiers whispered among themselves, all staring fearfully at the thin figure of Han Xin on horseback.
Lu Zhao calmly replied, "You and I were never the same kind of people." He pulled free of her hand, rose, and left.
"You're still alive?" Xuri Mi could not believe it. Her third brother's efficiency was actually this poor—he had not even managed to kill her.
Li Si shook his head with a bitter smile. Rest easy? Hu Hai might not know, and Zhao Gao might not know, but as Prime Minister, he understood better than anyone that Great Qin was already showing signs of instability. Like dry firewood atop a stove, it lacked only a single spark.
With the strength of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, anyone who could still spare thought for juniors around the Heavenly Immortal stage could not be all that bad.
Thinking of this, he opened the blue travel bag He Bianhuang had left in the corner. It was filled with money.
The two of them had cultivated for seven or eight hundred years. Their seniority within the sect was considerable, yet their cultivation had never improved. Among the disciples who came after them, many had already surpassed them in cultivation.