45: Chapter 45 Bloodbath on All Sides, Kill Them All!

The aftershocks of the Dragons Roar and Tigers Howl still echoed across the river, while Jiang Hanzhou's figure, like a bolt of black lightning tearing through the night, charged straight for the flagship!

"Don't you dare hurt my master!"

A furious roar exploded like thunder!

In front of the flagship's deck, a tower-like figure took a sudden step forward, his feet actually denting the steel plates of the floor!

It was the leader of the Eight Great Vajras, Old Freak Sun "the Vulture," who was at the Late Stage of the Viscera Burning Realm!

This man was over sixty years old, with a withered face but eyes that flashed like lightning. His fingers were as thin as bird claws, now glowing with a ghastly green light.

This was the sign that his famous evil technique, the "Marrow-Sucking Claw," had been pushed to its limit!

"Junior, you're looking for death!"

Old Freak Sun let out a sharp screech, his body rushing forward as elusively as a ghost. His claws tore out in a crisscross pattern, instantly filling the ten-foot space ahead with ghastly green claw shadows. Wherever they passed, the air hissed with corrosion, and a chilling suction erupted from between his claws, as if to pull a person's blood and marrow right out of their pores!

With this claw strike, he had exerted ten-tenths of his power; even fellow experts at the Late Stage of the Viscera Burning Realm would not dare to meet it head-on!

Jiang Hanzhou's eyes were indifferent.

He didn't even change his forward trajectory; he only tightened his grip on the saber hilt slightly.

"Weng—!"

The tiger soul saber finally left its sheath completely!

The dark gold blade traced a poignantly beautiful arc in the rainy night, and the blood-colored tiger stripes on the blade suddenly seemed to come alive, flowing and burning!

There were no fancy Moves, no complex changes in direction.

Just a simple, top-to-bottom, vertical slash.

The edge of the blade was aimed directly at the center of Old Freak Sun's tearing ghost claws.

"Clang—!!!"

The moment the blade and claws collided, a booming sound like clashing metal erupted.

The cruel grin on Old Freak Sun's face suddenly froze.

He felt the force of his "Marrow-Sucking Claw" as if it had slammed into an erupting volcano!

The power contained in that blade's edge was simply beyond human reach!

It was a primordial force combining dragon and tiger, the transformation of the Physical Body's essence after the dao bone was first formed, and the majestic power of mercury-like blood surging after the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Skill reached Major Achievement!

"Crack! Crack-crack—!"

The clear sound of bones breaking began from the ten fingers of Old Freak Sun's hands and instantly spread to his wrists, forearms, and elbows...

"No—!"

Old Freak Sun only had time to let out a short, miserable scream before he was sent flying by the slash, his arms hanging limp—clearly, his bones were completely shattered!

He slammed heavily into the flagship's thick mast with a "bang." The mast actually cracked under the impact, with wood splinters flying everywhere!

Old Freak Sun spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly withering, his eyes filled with unbelievable horror.

One slash!

With just one slash, the leader of the Eight Great Vajras, Old Freak Sun of the Late Stage Viscera Burning Realm, had his arms ruined and was heavily injured, on the verge of death!

Yet, Jiang Hanzhou's footsteps didn't falter for even half a second.

His figure was like the wind as he bypassed the collapsed Old Freak Sun, turning his blade to strike directly at Bai Tianxiao at the bow!

"Stop him!"

"Attack together!"

Several roars exploded simultaneously from the left and right!

Zhao Mang "the Mountain-Cleaving Hand" was the first to pounce. This Viscera Burning Realm Middle Stage expert, known for his fierce palm strength, had blood-red eyes. His blood and Qi condensed into a crimson Protective Aura on his palms, and the temperature of his palms rose sharply, evaporating the falling raindrops into white steam.

This was the sign that his "Mountain-Cleaving Palm," cultivated for forty years, had been pushed to its Peak!

"Die for me!"

Zhao Mang roared, his palms like two red-hot iron doors, one from the left and one from the right, carrying the momentum to shatter stone as they slammed toward Jiang Hanzhou's temples!

If this palm strike hit, even a head cast in iron would be smashed into mush!

At the same time, a purple shadow drifted in from the right.

Liu Sanniang "the Poison Lady" twisted her body like a snake, and dozens of points of eerie blue fluorescent light flew out from her sleeves.

Those were the "Bone-Eroding Bees" she raised. Each was incredibly toxic and specialized in breaking through protective blood and Qi. Once stung, even a Viscera Burning Realm expert would turn into a pool of pus and blood within ten breaths!

From behind, a sinister wind suddenly rose.

Mo Qi "the Ghost Shadow" had somehow sneaked to within three feet of Jiang Hanzhou's back. His pair of poisoned short piercers struck silently toward the heart and waist from a cunning and vicious angle—it was his famous assassination technique, the "Ghost Shadow Twin Piercers"!

Front, left, right, and back!

Four of the Eight Great Vajras at the Viscera Burning Realm attacked simultaneously!

The offensive was like a net, the killing intent like a tide!

Everyone watching from the shore held their breath; some of the more timid ones even closed their eyes.

However, Jiang Hanzhou merely let out a soft breath.

Then, he made a Move that everyone would remember for the rest of their lives—

He raised his left hand, spreading his five fingers, and pushed a palm out lightly toward Zhao Mang "the Mountain-Cleaving Hand" attacking from the left.

His right hand held the blade, turning the edge to draw a dark gold semi-circle, enveloping the "Bone-Eroding Bees" and Liu Sanniang on the right, as well as Mo Qi attacking from behind, all within the range of this single slash!

Palm strike with the left hand, saber swing with the right!

Dealing with attacks from all four directions at once!

"Boom—!!!"

His left palm collided violently with Zhao Mang's pair of crimson giant palms!

A wave of air exploded!

The cruel grin on Zhao Mang's face instantly distorted into extreme horror and pain!

He felt as if he hadn't struck a human palm, but rather a moving mountain of steel!

"Crack—!!!"

A dense sound of bone-crushing, enough to make one's teeth ache, rang out!

Zhao Mang's arms bent backward at a bizarre angle, with jagged white bone fragments piercing through his flesh. He was sent flying like a broken sack, smashing through the ship's railing and falling into the dark river water with a splash, kicking up a yard-high wave before disappearing without a sound!

Meanwhile, Jiang Hanzhou's right blade had also completed a perfect arc.

Where the blade passed, time seemed to slow down.

Those dozens of "Bone-Eroding Bees" slammed into the dark gold Saber Qi and exploded one after another with "puff puff puff" sounds before they could even let out a buzz, turning into clouds of foul blue-black poisonous mist.

Before the poisonous mist could spread, it was caught by the extremely Yang and fierce blood-slaughter aura within the Saber Qi, and with a hiss, it was completely evaporated and purified!

The seductive smile on Liu Sanniang's face froze.

She saw her life-bound poisonous bees die instantly, and she saw the dark gold saber light rapidly enlarge in her pupils.

She shrieked and retreated rapidly, throwing a cloud of Five-Colored Poisonous Sand from her sleeve while waving both hands, shooting out dozens of poisoned silver needles like a rainstorm!

However, it was useless.

The tiger soul saber's edge swept through; the poisonous sand, the silver needles, and even the pink Protective Aura Liu Sanniang had hastily released were cut in half like a hot knife through butter!

The blade paused slightly as it passed through Liu Sanniang's slender neck.

"Ugh..."

Liu Sanniang's body froze. She looked down at the thin line of blood slowly seeping from her chest, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

In the next moment, the bloodline suddenly expanded.

Her upper body slowly slid off along that smooth cut.

The two halves of her corpse fell onto the deck, blood and internal organs gushing out, quickly diluted by the rain.

At almost the same time.

Jiang Hanzhou's saber momentum was not yet exhausted.

The blade made a subtle turn in mid-air, as if it had eyes, and slashed backward!

"Clang! Pfft!"

Two soft sounds followed each other almost instantly.

Mo Qi "the Ghost Shadow's" pair of poisoned short piercers were precisely parried by the blade. The moment his figure was exposed, the tiger soul saber followed through with a back-slash, sweeping across his waist!

Mo Qi froze in place, still in his forward-stabbing posture.

He looked down at the widening bloodline at his waist, his eyes full of resentment and fear.

"Such... a fast blade..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his upper body slowly slid off, falling together with Liu Sanniang's remains.

In the blink of an eye!

Of the four Vajras, two were dead, one was crippled, and one had fallen into the river!

From the moment Jiang Hanzhou drew his blade to Zhao Mang falling into the water, Liu Sanniang being bisected, and Mo Qi being cut in half at the waist, only two breaths had passed!

On the deck, blood flowed freely, mixing with the rain to spread into a striking crimson pool on the steel plates.

The remaining four Vajras—

Tu Hong "the Mad Dog," Qian Tong "the Iron Abacus," He Kun "the Flood Dragon in the Waves," and Cui Yu'er "the Blood Whip"—all froze in place, their faces pale, their eyes finally showing unmaskable fear!

This wasn't a battle at all.

This was a massacre!

"Mon... monster..." Tu Hong's Adam's apple bobbed, and his hand holding the mace trembled slightly.

the Iron Abacus in Qian Tong's hand rattled, but it was due to his fingers shaking.

He Kun subconsciously took half a step back, looking at Jiang Hanzhou as if he were looking at an Asura crawling out of Hell.

The veins on Cui Yu'er's hand holding the whip bulged, but she didn't dare to lash out.

Meanwhile, at the bow, Bai Tianxiao's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He stared intently at Jiang Hanzhou, his eyes as red as blood, his killing intent almost solidifying. His Evil Flood Dragon Wave Surfing Art circulated frantically, and black Protective Aura surged like a tide, faintly condensing into a menacing evil flood dragon phantom behind him, letting out a silent roar.

But he didn't Move.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Jiang Hanzhou, however, seemed not to notice his preparation, nor did he care about the fear of the remaining four Vajras.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the three warships and the densely packed elite members of the White Dragon Gang, at least two hundred people in total.

These people's cultivation was at the Iron Bone Realm at the very least, and most were desperate criminals who had experienced bloody battles.

But now, under Jiang Hanzhou's terrifyingly calm gaze, not one person dared to meet his eyes. Many even subconsciously retreated, their palms holding their weapons covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Hanzhou let out a soft sigh.

"Too noisy."

He murmured to himself, but his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

In the next moment—

He tilted his head back slightly, his chest swelling again, his abdomen sinking, and the bones and muscles in his throat emitted a series of subtle but heart-pounding vibrations.

Dragons Roar and Tigers Howl, the second time, performed with full strength!

This time, it was no longer a probe, no longer a deterrent.

It was, in the truest sense—

A clearing of the field!

"Ang—Yin—!!!"

The dragon's roar came first, clear and high-pitched, piercing directly into the Divine Soul!

On the three warships, the moment this dragon roar entered their ears, the light in the eyes of all the Iron Bone Realm members suddenly vanished. Blood seeped from their seven orifices simultaneously, and they collapsed in heaps like their bones had been removed, their auras rapidly weakening.

Even those leaders who had just entered the Viscera Burning Realm all clutched their heads and wailed miserably, their blood and Qi flowing backward, losing seventy to eighty percent of their combat power!

Before the dragon's roar ended, the tiger's howl began!

"Roar—!!!"

This tiger's howl was even more violent and majestic than before!

Visible pale gold sound waves, like a raging sea, swept out from Jiang Hanzhou toward the three warships!

Wherever the sound waves passed, the weapon racks, bollards, and cabin planks fixed on the deck exploded and shattered as if hit by an invisible giant hammer!

And those gang members still struggling under the dragon roar's deterrent were immediately struck as if by a heavy blow by these physical sound waves!

"Puff! Puff puff puff—!"

Amidst the dense muffled sounds, figures were tossed from the decks like leaves caught in a gale, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. Before they even hit the water, they had already breathed their last!

Some who were closer were even shaken to death by the sound waves, their bodies exploding into mists of blood that bloomed miserably in the rainy night!

The tiger's howl sound waves swept across the three warships and then slammed violently into the hulls!

"Crack! Boom—!"

The side of the warship on the left was struck head-on by the sound waves, and the thick iron-clad wooden planks were actually shattered to create a ten-foot-long gap, with river water pouring in frantically!

On the warship to the right, the main mast let out an unbearable groan under the impact of the sound waves, then snapped in the middle with a "crack." The upper half of the mast, along with the sail, crashed down, completely covering an area of the deck, with shrill screams coming from below.

Even the flagship under Jiang Hanzhou's feet shook violently amidst the echoing sound waves, with many parts of the deck cracking!

After the roar and the howl—

The river surface suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.

Only the sound of rain hitting the river and the broken hulls remained, along with... a few scattered groans from the dying.

On the three warships, the originally dense figures were now pitifully sparse.

Those who could still stand, besides the remaining four Vajras and Bai Tianxiao at the bow, numbered fewer than twenty people, and each was pale, with blood at the corners of their mouths and vacant eyes, clearly having suffered heavy injuries.

Over two hundred White Dragon Gang elites, nearly twenty Viscera Burning Realm leaders, and over a hundred Iron Bone Realm members...

Under Jiang Hanzhou's two rounds of Dragons Roar and Tigers Howl, the entire force was wiped out!

Jiang Hanzhou slowly retracted his stance, exhaling a puff of white air that lingered for over a foot in the air before slowly dissipating.

He looked up toward the bow.

There, Bai Tianxiao still stood, his black Protective Aura surging like a tide and the evil flood dragon phantom circling and roaring, having actually withstood the two layers of sound attacks.

But behind him, there was no one left.

Of the great White Dragon Gang, the elites who had set out in full force this time—the Eight Great Vajras were four dead, three injured, and one crippled, and the two hundred gang members were all wiped out.

At this moment, on this flagship, the only person from the White Dragon Gang who could still stand—

Was he, Bai Tianxiao alone.

Jiang Hanzhou raised his saber, the tip pointing diagonally at the deck, blood mixing with rain as it slowly dripped down the dark gold blade.

He looked at Bai Tianxiao, and there was finally a hint of almost mocking interest in his eyes.

"Now,"

He spoke, his voice calm, yet it added another layer of chill to this deathly quiet rainy night.

"It's quiet."