"Insolence!" the foreign player roared. "Who do you think you are?"

“Young man, don’t act rashly. Kneel down and admit your mistake, and I will spare your life,” the elderly Asian man sighed.

"No! I must kill him!" the man in the red robe said coldly.

"Didn't I say... you can choose!" Li Changzhou suddenly unleashed his power in the last few words of this sentence, like a thunderclap.

The sea surged, and the warships rocked slightly. Zheng Chenggong and his men covered their ears, feeling as if they were about to be shaken to death.

"Looks like he's quite capable, no wonder he's so arrogant."

"Forty points, I can kill him by myself."

"Kid, jump into the sea yourself." The bespectacled player who had made Huang Ting tear off his own mouth looked at Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou lifted his foot and stepped onto the boat.

The man in the red robe sneered, "This kid got off easy. I was originally planning to take him as a slave... Hmm?!"

Li Changzhou took another step, stepping into the void, and walked towards the four people step by step.

"It seems you are all fearless. Very well." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the sky.

"Watch out!" the old Asian man roared.

The entire sea surface trembled. Li Changzhou suddenly appeared in front of the red kasaya, raised his hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

Peng!

The palm struck into the red robe, but the player vanished.

With a whoosh, the red cassock wrapped around Li Changzhou, turning him into a dumpling.

The red-robed player's face was reflected in the robe: "Kid, no one who dared to fight me in close combat has ever survived! Be wrapped in my blood robe, obediently turn into blood, and let me drain you dry!"

Li Changzhou dispersed his 'whole force'.

The overwhelming physical strength was so great that before anyone could even feel the force being applied, the red robe ripped into countless pieces of tattered cloth.

The player in the red robe flew out from a tattered cloth behind Li Changzhou, his face full of horror, but his hands were wrapped in red mist, and he mercilessly grabbed Li Changzhou's neck.

Zheng Chenggong shouted, "Immortal Master, be careful!"

Peng!

The player in the red robe flew out and landed on the deck of the warship. Before he could get up, a spider web fell and bound him.

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Yang Qinglan raised her hand again and pretended to press down.

"ah!

"The red-robed player's eyes nearly popped out; apart from his head, his entire body was shattered by that palm strike."

"Throw it into the sea." From beginning to end, Yang Qinglan didn't even glance at the player in the red cassock.

"Yes!" The four followers of the East Sea Dharma King picked up the red-robed player and threw him into the sea.

“Stop—” The bespectacled player’s lips moved, then he realized something strange: he couldn’t hear his own voice.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the sky spinning and saw his body spurting out a column of blood.

Thump!

The bespectacled player's head fell into the sea. In his last moments, he saw the red-robed player sinking into the deep sea with him, accompanied by strings of bubbles.

In the blink of an eye, of the four players blocking the way, only the elderly Asian man riding the antelope and the foreigner remained.

"Tang, let's attack together!" the foreigner shouted, stepping forward. "An angel has descended!"

He raised his hand and threw a punch at Li Changzhou!

An angel, several meters tall, stood behind him, giving him boundless power. The immense force merely grazed the edge, yet it carved a ten-meter-deep trench in the sea!

Li Changzhou didn't even look, turned around and threw a punch.

Peng!

The violent explosion instantly created a wall of waves as high as a ship on the sea.

The foreigner coughed up blood and tumbled away into the distance like a float on water.

Li Changzhou took a big stride and chased after him, a Green Dragon Crescent Blade gleaming coldly as it attacked from the side.

Li Changzhou didn't stop walking. With a flick of his right arm, as if swatting away mosquitoes, the Emerald Bee Sword, along with the sword, dismembered the red-faced Guan Gong before him.

The two halves of Guan Yu's body, each holding half of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, swayed in the air for a while before turning into thin paper and lying on the sea surface.

Just as the foreigner stopped his momentum and tried to lift his head and stand up from the sea, Li Changzhou's foot stomped down, striking his neck.

Kacha.

The foreigner's grip on his ankle loosened, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body rose and fell with the collapsing waves, half-submerged and half-floating.

Li Changzhou looked at the old Asian man riding an antelope.

There were paper figures between the two of them.

Round eyes indicate a fierce nature; narrow eyes indicate a gentle nature; leopard eyes indicate a violent nature.

The scholar is gentle and refined, full of scholarly air; the warrior is majestic and handsome, a general in full armor and banners, displaying heroic bearing.

The "path-clearing ghost" had a full beard, a leopard-like head, bulging eyes, a bald forehead, an eagle-like nose, tightly knit eyebrows, and sunken jaw muscles, revealing his ferocious and treacherous nature.

There was also a heavily armored "King Yama," with furrowed brows, bristling hairs on his ears, a beard of varying lengths, a leopard's head with ringed eyes, huge teeth and fangs, a green face and red hair, and a bizarre appearance.

There were at least dozens, if not hundreds, of people.

Across this "army," the antelope carrying the elderly Asian man vanished at lightning speed, like a blur of light.

"He's in my hands!" Li Qianxia's voice was heard, followed by a sonic boom, and she had disappeared.

Li Changzhou unleashed a series of attacks, and in the blink of an eye, the "shadow puppet army" had been reduced to a pile of shredded paper.

He sheathed the Emerald Bee Sword and stepped through the void back onto the deck.

“That sheep is a springbok; it might take a while for Qianxia to return,” Yang Qinglan said.

“Leaving without permission, come back and deal with her… huh?” Li Changzhou suddenly formed his five fingers into claws, tearing through the air currents, and grabbed at a puddle of water on the deck.

The water droplet burst open with a "pop!" and split into thousands of caterpillar-like streams of water that scattered in all directions.

With a flick of Yang Qinglan's finger, most of the water froze instantly, but a few streams still managed to escape.

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