Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 90 : The battle on the sea - Part 4

"Is that all you've got?"

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Wang Baozhai's clenched fists trembled with fury.

Her chest heaved up and down, the rapid rise and fall of her breath a testament to her provoked state.

It had been a long time since she'd been so thoroughly incensed, and the source of her rage was almost unthinkable.

From the lowest depths of obscurity, an ordinary and seemingly weak barren lander had managed to provoke her to her core.

The audacity of it was almost maddening.

"I'll kill you and everyone in your family," she shouted with venomous resolve, her voice quivering with anger and unrelenting determination.

Su Ming, however, met her threats with a disarming casualness that only stoked the fires of her fury.

"You can't even kill me, and you're still thinking about killing my family? Girl, you're more delusional than I imagined," he quipped, his tone dripping with mockery.

Wang Baozhai's laughter, in response, was a chilling symphony of madness.

Her eyes, now bloodshot with rage, remained locked onto Su Ming, and her initial eruption of anger slowly gave way to a chilling calm.

"Toward him?" She pointed directly at Su Ming, her voice laced with lethal intent.

Revenge for his brother was no longer the primary motivation. It had become deeply personal.

How dare this man look down on her? She was the elder miss of the prestigious Wang clan, one of the chosen heiresses of the illustrious Crimson Jade Pavilion.

The determination to teach Su Ming an unforgivable lesson overtook any thoughts of her mission's completion.

The satisfaction of seeing him humbled and broken had become her new, unwavering goal.

Amid this seething exchange, Su Ming remained perched at the bow of the ship, his expression unchanged.

He observed the incoming lone ship with a calculating and almost sinister gaze. "This was better than I expected," he thought, the corner of his lip curling up in an evil grin.

The tension in the air had reached its zenith.

As Su Ming stood at the bow of the ship, awaiting the arrival of the formidable and unpredictable Wang Baozhai, a call on his spirit comms disrupted his anticipation.

His lips curled into a bright smile as he received the communication.

"Now, let's deal with this crazy witch and return home," he murmured, his voice a whispered prelude to the impending confrontation.

Approaching in the distance, the sole Crimson Jade Pavilion ship drew nearer to Su Ming's vessel.

From the inner chambers of the ship, a group of Qi Refinement experts emerged, their auras released with an air of superiority.

They stood behind Wang Baozhai, their gaze fixed on Su Ming as if he were already a dead man.

However, the calm and indifferent expression on Su Ming's face showed no signs of faltering.

The corner of Wang Baozhai's lips curled into a sneer of disdain upon witnessing the apparent pretense of her adversary.

In her mind, she was certain that this facade was nothing more than a cover for the fear that surely gripped him.

With both ships closing in and the gap between them rapidly diminishing, Wang Baozhai and her elite soldiers leaped into the air, covering the short distance to land within Su Ming's ship.

Su Ming had already retreated, creating a clear and measured distance between himself and the formidable group of ten or eleven Peak Qi Refinement experts.

He maintained a calm and confident demeanor, his body exuding an unmistakable air of battle-ready intent.

"I thought you wouldn't send them," he scoffed, the disdain evident in his tone as he addressed Wang Baozhai.

The fiery heiress of the Wang clan seethed with rage, her fury evident as she lunged at Su Ming, shouting a fervent command.

"Attack!"

In response, Su Ming, brimming with unshakeable confidence, called out, "Stay back, I'm enough for them."

With determination and the excitement of testing the power of a Grade-1 weapon, he rushed toward Wang Baozhai and her personal guards.

"Formless Sword Art — First Form," he proclaimed with conviction, the deep blue aura of his armor illuminating the emerald sword.

The blade shone with a radiant brilliance as he swung it in a sweeping arc, meeting the incoming swords and spears with a clash that echoed across the ship.

The collision produced a tremendous shockwave, shaking the ship beneath their feet.

Su Ming took a few deliberate steps back, while Wang Baozhai and her men stumbled in retreat, their weapons held trembling in their hands.

Their eyes widened in astonishment as they gazed at their now-split weapons, which had been sliced cleanly into two.

For a few moments, they struggled to comprehend the swift and overwhelming turn of events that had just taken place.

Su Ming looked at the emerald sword in his hand and grinned. 'As expected of grade-1 sword' He thought and his confidence soared through the roof.

"Let dance" He shouted and rushed toward the dumbfound group.

Wang Baozhai recovered from her daze, and looked at the sword in Su Ming with incredulous look.

Apart from Su Ming contending with them with his weak cultivation realm.

The sword in his hand was also extraordinary.

'Where the hell did he found such a powerful sword?' She thought in dismay.

Ah!

Amidst the chaos that had erupted, Wang Baozhai's mind was jarred by the miserable scream that tore through the air.

She turned her head, and her cold, expressionless demeanor shifted to one of stark horror as she witnessed one of her own men being gruesomely cleaved in two.

Blood gushed out in a gruesome display as the lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

A man, his hand severed and blood spouting uncontrollably, cried out in agony as he retreated in fear.

He stared at his amputated arm, his expression devoid of life.

Su Ming, consumed by a frenzied bloodlust, paid no heed to the man's cries and lunged forward, cleanly severing his head from his shoulders.

With a resounding thud, the head rolled across the deck, splattering blood in every direction.

Su Ming, now an embodiment of the devil, left the remaining elite men trembling in terror.

They withdrew to the edge of the ship, their faces etched with trepidation.

Amid the carnage, a trembling voice called out,

"Elder miss…." It was Dong, his lip quivering with fear.

Wang Baozhai's heart pounded with dread as she saw Su Ming's disdainful gaze fixed on her, his sword menacingly pointed in her direction.

With lightning speed, Su Ming lunged towards her, poised to end her life with a single swift stroke.

But Dong, displaying a final act of bravery, leaped to block Su Ming's path, wielding a half sword.

Su Ming, unyielding in his murderous intent, didn't pause for a moment.

He sidestepped Dong's desperate attack and delivered a fatal blow, slicing through armor like tofu before cleaving the man in two.

"Dong!" Wang Baozhai cried out in anguish, tears welling up in her eyes as she watched her protector meet his gruesome end.

Su Ming's relentless advance threatened to end her life next, but the remaining elite soldiers bravely formed a barrier, delaying his approach.

Wang Baozhai, seething with fear and hatred, reached into her storage ring and produced a talisman.

With a defiant shout, she declared, "This isn't over!" Then, she activated the talisman.

In an instant, she vanished from the ship, leaving nothing but a gust of wind in her wake.

Su Ming, standing amidst the aftermath of violence, gazed in the direction she had disappeared with a tinge of anger on his face.