Dad, I'm Here to Save You!

Shu Tianhao's vision grew increasingly blurred. He could no longer clearly make out the figure of Remnant Wolf.

Was he willing to fall at the hands of such a clown?

He was not.

Was he helpless?

He was.

In his heart, he could hear the Drunken Snow Blade calling out, wailing in grief. It was unwilling to yield; it still wanted to fight, it still wanted to battle!

But Shu Tianhao had already exhausted his strength. He did not have a shred of energy left. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak; it was as if his body, which wielded the Drunken Snow Blade, could no longer support the weight of the blade, which felt heavier by the second.

If only he hadn't lost his left arm... how good that would have been.

With a pure sigh, Shu Tianhao felt no regret. Not even a little. Thinking of Chu Yun, his heart filled with comfort.

"Others say you are not my own son. But in my eyes, you, who carry the legacy of my left arm, are dearer than a biological son! I have already arranged my will properly. Chu Yun, you have always been the best successor in my mind. It is a pity that I cannot help you any longer. Without me, you must be careful of the forces on Ning Family Island..."

The sound of the war songs at his ears had grown sparse, so weak they were almost inaudible. Darkness descended before his eyes, and he was about to sink into the world of the dead.

Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Was the All-Star Fierce Tiger of the past about to pass away as well?

Yet, at this very moment!

...Oh, dark clouds! Covering the sky, oh, waves! High as mountains, cold winds! Lashing the face! Sea spray! Crashing into the ship...

...Who cares if the gale is like a blade, the rain like arrows! Who cares if the mountains and rivers are shattered, or if one's life drifts like duckweed!...

The war song had actually intensified. Was it an auditory hallucination? Shu Tianhao's consciousness fluctuated violently.

"What is happening?" Remnant Wolf's expression shifted; he, too, sensed something unusual.

It was as if an invisible wind and wave were sweeping across the entire battlefield, the atmosphere quietly shifting along with the song.

...Comrades, open your eyes! Helmsman, hold the wheel! Be careful, don't be lazy! Fight for your lives, do not be cold-hearted...

...Fear not the thousand-foot waves high as mountains! Fear not the thousands of troops and horses with spears like a forest...

"This is a new song, who is singing?!" White Prowler's face turned panicked, and he shouted aloud.

The singing was ethereal at first, like a fresh spring. But gradually, it grew louder and louder!

It formed a massive wave of sound, sweeping toward the battlefield.

...Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? A heart of loyalty remains in the blue of history...

...Charge through the sea, turn back! Fight to the death once more against the raging waves! Fight to the death...

Under the infusion of this new power, the Shu Family Army's morale, which had been dying out, was like fresh firewood added to a hearth.

A brand-new strength was brewing.

White Prowler surveyed the overall situation, unable to stop cold sweat from dripping down. The two armies were currently locked in a stalemate on the battlefield, both sides exhausted to the point of collapse. At a time like this, if the enemy had reinforcements, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"It can't be, it can't be! How could there be reinforcements?" He immediately denied it in his heart, over and over. "For reinforcements to arrive so promptly, the Shu Family Island would have had to react the instant the urgent military dispatch was sent out, immediately gathering an army. They would have had to ignore the wind and waves and rush here at full speed. And they would have had to cross my poison mist—how is that possible?"

He did not know that most of his poison mist had been blown away by the wind and waves, and a small portion had been countered and suppressed by the flames. It had become as good as useless.

The singing intensified once more, now sounding like the roar of pine trees and a tsunami, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements, our reinforcements have arrived!" Countless soldiers of the Shu Family Army wept openly. The crowd was stirred, and morale soared!

"How is it possible for reinforcements to arrive at a time like this?!" Remnant Wolf let out a disdainful cold snort, but his expression shifted immediately, his eyes staring fixedly in a certain direction within the thick smoke.

White Prowler also wore a look of dull shock, staring in that same direction. Several ships were emerging from the thick smoke, their shapes becoming visible!

"How can this be? How can ships appear in the pitch-black smoke?" The pirates also discovered this strange phenomenon. A sense of panic spread, and their morale plummeted again and again.

The battlefield suddenly slowed, and countless eyes focused in one direction.

The war song was resonant, growing louder and louder. It converged into a wave of sound, rolling like a tide, sweeping in all directions!

Closer, even closer.

Countless people subconsciously held their breath.

BOOM!

It felt as if a long time had passed, yet it also felt like the blink of an eye; the first warship broke through the smoke and charged into the battlefield. Six scout ships followed closely behind.

The battlefield fell silent, then erupted into an uproar!

Countless people opened their mouths wide, nearly popping their eyes out of their sockets.

What kind of warship was this? It was actually burning with flames!

What kind of army was this? They were actually singing war songs amidst the fire, their fighting spirit blazing!

Expressions of horror froze on the pirates' faces; many wiped their eyes, feeling as though they had fallen into a dream.

Conversely, the Shu Family Army, after their initial astonishment, surged with absolute confidence in their victory!

They did not know what army this was. Perhaps it was the ace force the Island Master had kept hidden!

Even the raging flames had to bow at their feet. This was a divine force—yes, a divine force descended from the heavens!

The war song lingered; the divine force had descended!

Seven burning scout ships, like seven sharp blades, not only tore through the entire battlefield but also pierced the hearts of the pirates.

Especially when they saw the warriors lunging out from the inferno, bells chiming in rhythm as they reaped the lives of their comrades with dragon-like spirit and tiger-like ferocity, the morale of Remnant Wolf's pirate faction plummeted to freezing point.

Morale is contagious; once courage is lost, being able to exert even half of one's strength is already the limit.

Moreover, they had been locked in a grueling battle for so long that they were already exhausted. The struggle against the Shu Family Army was a contest of endurance and sheer ruthlessness. Now, one side had suddenly received fresh reinforcements—and such valiant, god-like troops at that!

It was unclear who shouted, "Run for your lives!", but they threw themselves into the sea to escape. The rout spread instantly throughout the entire pirate gang. They were never a regular army to begin with; the fact that they had fought for so long was only because they were cowed by Remnant Wolf's fierce reputation, allowing them to perform beyond their usual limits.

They had expected a fight to the death, but unexpectedly, the pirates collapsed completely after only a brief contact. On Chu Yun's side, morale soared to its peak. Wrapped in Jade Sea Kelp, the copper bells at their waists jingled and clanged. They moved freely through the raging flames.

Invincible and unstoppable!

Led by them, the Shu Family Army launched a full-scale counterattack. The tide of battle shifted abruptly; the pirates were routed, and the Shu Family Army seized control of the entire battlefield!

White Prowler was stunned.

Remnant Wolf was dumbfounded!

How could this be? Just a moment ago, they had held the upper hand, and victory had been within reach. Yet, in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. Everything had reversed!

Watching his pirate members flee in panic, swim away in terror, or kneel and beg for mercy, White Prowler's mind went blank. Remnant Wolf was also dazed; events had unfolded too quickly and too suddenly. One moment the victor, the next a loser—he could not accept it.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Chu Yun charged at the forefront, his weapon dancing in his hands. Behind him, the Three Elders, old yet ever-resilient, saw their graying hair and beards shine amidst the crimson flames of war.

The war song rang out loud and clear, the copper bells at their waists trembling and echoing in constant response. Though the rescue force was small in number, the chiming bells resounded across the battlefield like a sweeping tide, creating an incredibly grand momentum!

It was as if an army of thousands had arrived, charging in unison.

The sound of the copper bells rapidly swept across the entire battlefield, continuously rallying the Shu Family Army to launch a desperate counter-offensive. The pirates were shattered, routed, and sent fleeing in utter disgrace. In an instant, countless numbers died from being trampled or drowned.

The defeat was like a collapsing mountain; by now, the victory of the Shu Family Army was sealed.

Shu Tianhao felt as if he were sinking into a dark quagmire. On the verge of death, it was the familiar war song that sustained his will.

The singing enveloped the four corners of the world, as if heaven and earth were resonating with it.

"Father!" Suddenly, a cry, the most familiar in his memory, pierced the darkness like a thunderbolt!

Shu Tianhao shuddered, and not knowing where the strength came from, he forced his eyes open.

A battlefield of deep crimson.

The warship wreckage tangled together, the fire-red of flames soaring into the sky; the corpses strewn across the field, the sea waves churning, the fresh red of blood flowing in rivers; and the flushed, excited faces of every Shu Family soldier rushing toward him...

The reds intertwined and shone upon one another. A black curtain shrouded the world, yet it could not cover this crimson glow!

Shu Tianhao was stunned. The swarming soldiers, the disbelieving and dazed expression of Remnant Wolf, the routing pirates... Did we win?

How could this be?

The victory exceeded his expectations; Shu Tianhao was both shocked and bewildered. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a certain person. This, this is?!

The expression of shock and joy froze on his face.

"Chu Yun, you child, why are you here?!"

As if hearing the call in his heart, Chu Yun's eyes were blood-red. He stared fixedly at the fallen Shu Tianhao and shouted with all his might: "Father, I have come to save you!!!"

With that, he charged ahead, bringing with him a peerless, indomitable momentum as he lunged toward this side.

Remnant Wolf felt a jolt in his heart, secretly startled by Chu Yun's youth and bravery. Immediately, a venomous, sinister smile appeared on his face: "Still wet behind the ears, yet you dare to speak so boastfully! Good, you've come at the right time. Let me root you out today and end this future trouble once and for all."

Standing motionless, Remnant Wolf watched coldly as Chu Yun climbed onto the gunwale.

"No..." Shu Tianhao's eyes were filled with anxiety. He wanted to stop him, but he could not utter a single word.

At this moment, in Chu Yun's perception, time suddenly slowed down.

The world became extremely clear.

His own rapid breathing, his heart beating violently, the shattered hull of the ship, the toppled mast, the burning sails...

Shu Tianhao lying on the ground, the anxiety and worry in his eyes as he looked over...

The Drunken Snow Blade, stuck in the deck, its blade trembling and calling out...

And Remnant Wolf, surrounded by rolling black smoke like a demon god. Those blood-red eyes were staring fixedly at him, as if looking down at an ant, radiating a cruel and venomous light.

Remnant Wolf!

Remnant Wolf!!

The opponent he had thought of day and night for twenty-three years! The figure he had hated to the bone for twenty-three years! The source of his regret and hatred for twenty-three years!

It is you, Remnant Wolf. In his past life, when he had built up his strength and sought revenge, you had died mysteriously. In this life, you shall pay the debt!

He strode onto the gunwale, not stopping for a second, and charged toward Remnant Wolf.

On the way, he reached out with his right hand and gripped the trembling hilt of the Drunken Snow Blade.

In Chu Yun's hand, the Drunken Snow Blade instantly fell silent, its blade light flaring brilliantly.

He drew the blade and struck.

"You actually dare to challenge me? Overestimating your own strength, seeking your own death!" Remnant Wolf's face twisted, his teeth grinding, "Wolf Fang Fist!"

Thick black smoke rapidly gathered on his left fist, and he lunged toward Chu Yun, unleashing a killing blow.

The black smoke transformed into a terrifying wolf head, surprisingly the size of a patrol boat. Before it, Chu Yun's lean frame appeared insignificant.

"Chu Yun!" The Three Elders watched with eyes splitting in anger, lagging behind as they shouted in unison.

Chu Yun remained unmoved, his momentum undiminished. He stomped hard against the ground, his body soaring upward, charging into the high sky!

Violent winds whistled in his ears. The Wolf Fang Fist before him was as black as ink, hideous and terrifying. Behind the fist, Remnant Wolf was wreathed in rolling black smoke, looking like a demon god. In his arrogant, cruel eyes, he seemed to have already seen the wretched sight of Chu Yun being blasted to death by a single punch!

Strangely, everything around him fell silent. In Chu Yun's eyes, only this Wolf Fang Fist remained, only Remnant Wolf remained.

At this moment, his focus reached an extreme, attaining a realm he had never known before. He had discarded all distracting thoughts, even discarding his own self and life, leaving only the formidable enemy he had to slay.

Twenty-three years of frustration and depression, twenty-three years of pain and regret, twenty-three years of unwillingness—at this moment, all these emotions were poured into the Drunken Snow Blade in his hand.

It was as if he were staking everything on this single strike!

Raising the blade above his head, infusing it with all the strength and intent in his body, Chu Yun slashed down fiercely!

The blade light flashed...

It dazzled everyone's eyes!

The Drunken Snow Blade erupted with a sky-piercing blade glow, solid as reality, as massive as a tower ship. The snow-white blade glow radiated a chilling light, and under the guidance of Chu Yun, whose figure was as small as an ant, it crashed down with a roar.

"Ah, what is this?!" Remnant Wolf widened his eyes, gasping in shock!

The blade glow was peerless and sharp, instantly shattering the Wolf Fang Fist. The blade light swept away everything like dry wood, instantly cleaving the caught-off-guard Remnant Wolf in two. The residual force of the blade energy remained undiminished, striking the warship.

A thunderous, violent explosion rang out.

Boom!

The entire warship was nearly split in two by this strike. The blood-red sea was cleaved apart, the blade mark stretching for nearly half a mile.

It kicked up monstrous waves, instantly submerging countless pirates who had fallen into the water.

This earth-shattering strike!

The movements of almost everyone on the battlefield stalled in unison; their ears buzzed, their souls trembled, and they stood dumbfounded.

Smoke, dust, and water vapor churned endlessly, swallowing everything and obscuring their vision. The Smoke Wolf Beast let out a shrill, dying howl that pierced the eardrums!

The stricken warship emitted a heart-wrenching groan. The bow and stern of the ship gradually tilted upward, and the sound of seawater rushing into the hull was clearly audible. The ship would sink in an instant.

They were stunned for a moment.

"Save them, quickly!" Old Red Spear was the first to react, taking the lead. Dozens of others followed, rescuing Shu Tianhao, Wu Datou, and the others from the danger.

"Go save Chu Yun..." Shu Tianhao's lips moved, his voice strained.

"Chu Yun, Young Master Chu Yun is still on that ship!" Wu Datou was severely wounded, and this roar agitated his injuries, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Just as they were about to attempt a rescue, the warship's sinking speed accelerated abruptly. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the sea. After the waves rolled over, a massive whirlpool formed.

Under the crushing force of such a vortex, human strength appeared insignificant.

"Chu Yun!"

"Young Master Chu Yun..."

Countless people stared at the whirlpool, many of them weeping uncontrollably. Although the time had been short, the impression of Chu Yun taking the lead, possessing both wisdom and courage, had already been deeply etched into the hearts of everyone present.

"Are you looking for me?" A clear, youthful voice suddenly came from behind them.

They all turned in unison, their gazes casting toward him as one.

On the burning deck, a figure vaguely appeared.

Everyone held their breath. Wu Datou looked dazed; the scene of Shu Tianhao saving him in the past suddenly surfaced in his mind, overlapping with the sight before him.

The fire back then had been fierce and raging, surging and burning to the sky! I thought I was dead for sure, but at that very moment, a figure came cleaving through the sea of fire...

He held a bright, snow-white blade, and the flames coiled around him, as if intimidated by his aura, not daring to run wild. His figure was as majestic as a mountain, like a god descending from the heavens...

The figure stepped out of the sea of fire—who else could it be but Chu Yun?

The crowd remained dazed, but after a few breaths, a roar erupted!

Ecstasy!

Cheers surged upward, and Wu Datou's face was covered in tears. In that moment, he almost had an illusion, mistaking Chu Yun for the Shu Tianhao of the past.

The same peerless bravery, the same fearlessness in the face of death. The same imposing aura that could awe the entire field. The same pivotal importance, becoming a banner for everyone around him.

As long as he did not fall, there was still hope!

It was just like when the Island Master wore his green robes.

"The Island Master has a successor!" The Three Elders wept, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

Shu Tianhao, however, slowly closed his eyes. He had held the fort alone for so long; he was tired, truly tired.

Seeing Chu Yun like this now, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

With a son such as this, what more could a man ask for?

"Heaven has truly not treated me, Shu Tianhao, poorly. To lose a left arm, yet gain such a son!" The relief and excitement in his heart at this moment could not be expressed by any words; they were all too pale!