Chen Ping's Sword

"Indeed, the Changhe Gang has thoroughly intertwined with the Hu People."

Chen Ping shook his head silently.

Xingqing Prefecture is simply riddled with holes.

It has been severely infiltrated by the enemy.

Top to bottom, it’s a complete mess.

Who knows, if King Jinghai returns, would he suffer a headache over this disaster?

However, perhaps there’s no need to worry too much about this issue.

Since the opponents are stirring trouble from behind, they definitely have plans to deal with King Jinghai’s return.

Whether the Prince can return, is still uncertain.

Although the situation is somewhat perilous, for Chen Ping, the fact that the Hu People experts haven’t caught up yet is the best news.

The reason might be a rather laughable detail.

Northern people aren’t skilled at sailing, those experts likely aren’t used to water...

Even staying on the ship, they feel uncomfortable all over and get seasick.

So, most of the experts are pursuing on horseback along the main road.

Even if they had to detour, they wouldn’t take a ship.

Therefore, sitting across the ship, Chen Ping only saw one or two Hu People with distinct appearances.

They might be serving as supervisors or spies.

But now, this represents a chance for survival.

"The ship can’t be preserved; should this person be killed or spared?"

Watching the large ship slowly draw near, a few people began shouting, while others started shooting arrows, yet continued to watch the young scholar trembling on the boat without rushing.

This person was about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a coarse linen garment washed until it faded, looking somewhat shabby.

Upon witnessing Chen Ping kill several people, the young scholar had long been so frightened his legs went weak, his face filled with terror, unable to stand.

"Seventh Brother should make the decision himself."

Hua Lian’er seemed completely released.

Rolled her eyes at Chen Ping.

Spoke with irritation.

Thus, Chen Ping understood her intention.

Standing not far from this young scholar, Hua Lian’er felt no sense of threat.

This person obviously was a coerced normal passenger, afraid to speak or warn.

Not a member of the Changhe Gang.

Normally, killing in a frenzy wouldn’t matter; the other party didn’t count as particularly innocent.

Yet, Hua Lian’er knew, even though this Seventh Brother was fierce in combat, relentless with his attacks, he never stained his hands with the blood of innocents...

Even when he was trapped in adversity, starving nearly to death, he would still rescue pitiful little beggars with all his might.

So whether to kill or not was just a joke; it was testing himself.

I’m not some ruthless aristocratic lady indifferent to the people’s hardships or treating them as insignificant.

Hua Lian’er thought this.

Then looked at the river surface and overhead, where densely packed arrows suddenly filled the sky, her expression showing some paleness.

"Xiaoyue, a disorganized crowd, no matter how large in numbers, can’t accomplish great things.

Let me show you what power the Seven Stars Step combined with the Sunset Divine Arrow truly possesses."

Seeing Hua Lian’er’s sullen expression, Chen Ping rarely felt a rush of heroism.

If he couldn’t even deal with these mediocre opponents.

In this journey of high winds and tumultuous waves, how could he muster the confidence to reach Feiyun Crossing?

With long distances and pursuers at every turn.

If he doesn’t terrify the enemies, making groups of clowns surrender, his great strength would still fall short.

While speaking, Chen Ping disregarded the approaching ripples near the small boat underwater, not caring whether someone would indeed start to pierce the boat’s bottom.

Instead, he raised the great bow as if embracing a full moon.

Bow in hand, arrow on string.

Chen Ping’s Dantian Qi Sea transformed at will, already converted into the Great Sun Scorching Sun Skill’s Inner Qi; his body felt like burning, and his elegant face revealed a layer of red light.

His right hand seemed like an illusion.

Reaching sideways, he grabbed and intercepted the incoming arrows.

His left hand bowstring hummed continuously, transforming into a sound akin to muffled thunder.

The flashes of red converged, scattering dazzling remnants, transforming into streaks of a rainbow rushing across the water.

It was astonishing how one person and one bow manifested a rain of fire.

Thunk...

Thunk, thunk!

The sound of arrows piercing flesh resonated as one.

This time, Chen Ping only drew the bow halfway, prioritizing speed.

It was as if he had returned to the prairie, transforming into the Sunset Divine Archer, Murong Gui.

Compared to the similarly Mastery Realm Divine Archer Murong Gui, he boasted greater strength, steadier breath, sharper eyesight...

With his carved treasure bow in hand, as he shot arrows, he was like one man holding a pass, holding back thousands.

All arrows aimed at him were intercepted and captured, then quickly returned as a fiery rain.

"Ah..."

The large ship descended into chaos amid cries, some sang loudly, others ran and hid in panic.

At that moment, no one dared to shoot another arrow, seemingly frightened to the core by Chen Ping’s remarkable arrow intercepting and shooting technique.

In a few breaths.

On the three large ships, around four to fifty people were shot dead.

If this continued, the few large ships could avoid further combat with the enemy.

Those lucky enough to escape alive would consider themselves fortunate.

"Pierce the ships, pierce the ships first; I refuse to believe he can still be this formidable in the water."

On the middle large ship, a robust man in brocade clothing bellowed with wide eyes.

"The Liijiang Five Ghosts mustn’t lose face today."

His furious and agitated shout echoed from afar.

The small boat below began to sway, water stains appeared in the cabin’s bottom, and amidst clanging noises, someone pierced the boat’s bottom.

"What is the background of the Liijiang Five Ghosts?"

Chen Ping slung his long bow on his back once more.

He had two quivers of arrows left from Murong Gui.

Yet he wasn’t planning to use them now.

The opponent had already lost courage, attempting only to rely on water skills to fight him, yet failed to understand that sometimes, with truly diverse methods, even water combat can be turned into land combat.