Who was this Li Luoneng?
The founding patriarch of the Xingyi Sect.
Lian Youming's expression was complicated, his pupils contracting slightly. In that case, this man stood two generations above even Li Da.
More and more seawater poured in, threatening to reach their necks. Lian Youming and Mr. Corpse both moved. One shot out of the water like a dragon emerging from the depths, spiraling skyward before landing on a cargo crate; the other seemed to tumble over the waves, leaping onto an iron cage.
Chiba Aoi really did retreat.
With seawater flooding in and Lian Youming intent on settling life and death with Mr. Corpse here, staying would only make her a burden.
"Be careful!"
Leaving that hurried warning, she submerged and vanished like a swimming fish.
With that, Mr. Corpse seemed far less pressured instead. Once this passenger ship sank into the sea, how long could Lian Youming hold out, even with his secret medicine?
As for Chen Baihu, even a Mystic Connection Martial Artist who had fathomed the principles of heaven would have to perish in this ocean.
They all had to die.
"Why?" Lian Youming asked.
He truly could not understand. With such an extraordinary martial lineage, why had this man submitted to the Qing Court and become a Mountain Guardian?
Mr. Corpse spoke in an utterly level tone. "If I hadn't become a Mountain Guardian, how could I have lived until now? If you were me, you would have made the same choice. Look back decades, even a century-who among the others besides me wasn't an astonishing talent, a genius of their respective schools? Didn't even the likes of Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan serve the imperial court?"
"Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan never thought of reversing the tide!" As Lian Youming spoke, his throat