He spotted them standing in dugout canoes, one man to a boat, racing across the water. There were at least three or four hundred of them.
A streak of Sword Qi brutally tore through the air with a terrifying sonic boom, sweeping toward Tang Wen like an apocalyptic sword from the future.
Its wielder was an old man with a curly beard and a prominently bulging forehead, dressed in traditional warrior attire. He was probably Teng Tian Qiuye.
Damn, a Xiantian expert. Tang Wen's mind stirred, and he hurriedly released the Heavenly Insect, which flew over.
It sprayed a mouthful of poisonous mist at Teng Tian Qiuye. The old fellow was formidable indeed, and with the sea wind so strong, most of the poison was blown away.
The old fellow merely swayed. Although his Sword Qi missed, he did not fall, and his second strike flashed into five streaks of Sword Qi that slashed toward Tang Wen.
The seawater leaped up like a startled fountain, and a huge ring of waves appeared on the surface, a frightening sight.
Tang Wen knew he could not meet him head-on, so he dodged as best he could and kept maneuvering around him.
Teng Tian Qiuye roared in fury, his sword moving like the wind, every strike lethal.
But after just a dozen exchanges, the poison from the Heavenly Insect's bite on Teng Tian Qiuye's thigh took effect.
Teng Tian Qiuye grew dizzy and hurriedly shook his head, while Tang Wen swiftly took aim and pulled the trigger.
The cracks of gunfire were swallowed by the sea wind. Teng Tian Qiuye took five or six bullets, blood spraying across his chest until he was drenched in it.
"Quick, save him!"
His men shouted. Teng Tianqiufeng roared and thrust a palm strike against the sea.