Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1190 - 697: Sea Demons

In moments of life and death, one can see a person’s true character. Those who run the fastest are often the ones who usually have a smooth-talking tongue. Someone like Li Yuanji can run extremely fast... fast enough that he has already crossed the water corridor and reached the land, while Wui Zheng is still left in the attic, simply because he held onto a child that Li Yuanji accidentally knocked over...

At this moment, his expression was quite complex, and for the first time, confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Lord Wui, thank you, thank you... quickly go!"

The official whose child had been rescued felt endless gratitude, as this was his only son!!

Wui Zheng handed the child over to this person, ready to flee together...

Whoosh, whoosh!

The assassins beneath the water had already shot up one after another.

Upon reaching the corridor, they were about to rush into the attic, blocking the path and trapping people like Wang Tong inside the pavilion.

Among them, Hong Fu and Hou Xibai were considered strong, with one outside and one inside....

Because the true target of those water assassins was... Shong Ming!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

At the same moment, nearly a dozen assassins aimed their crossbows at Shong Ming and the elder.

The elder’s face changed slightly, but the gloom in his eyes was only for a moment before he turned and fled, leaving the elder behind.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Arrows fired in unison!

Aiming at the elder!

Hong Fu had already reacted, lunging forward.

Tightly packed arrows.... and what could a Minor Grandmaster do?

The red clothes lunging forward, the elder with widened eyes, the terrified Du Gourou, the contemplative Wui Zheng....

Countless arrows... defenseless elderly, women, and children...

Bang, bang, bang!

All killing arrows.

Suddenly, all were abruptly broken.

This bizarre scene left everyone stunned, and those who saw this were terrified, just about to fire the crossbows again, when Hong Fu and others had already counterattacked.

They killed several black-clad assassins, and suddenly, these black-clad assassins seemed frightened and retreated...

They retreated, everyone relaxed. Was this a narrow escape?

However, in this moment of relaxation....

Someone moved.

Suddenly, a water current lashed out from the water like a long whip, striking toward the elder!

Crash!

A long piece of tablecloth was drawn, spinning, and the water current crashed into the spinning tablecloth, turning according to the movements of the fingertips, dissipating the force? No, it was assimilation.

When sharpness turned into a spiral, the person manipulating the tablecloth with their fingertips pinched one end and flung the rotating water current outward.

Crash!

A large number of water droplets densely shot out.

Striking the assassins with pinpoint accuracy.

Pa-ta, the tablecloth that Sui Yi casually flicked landed on the ground, without looking at anyone else, she stepped forward onto the corridor, those struck fell, those not struck jumped into the water.

Hou Xibai took a breath, calming his surging inner strength, and said, "What a formidable underwater crossbow, such a dense attack, if it weren’t for teacher’s intervention, I fear Xibai couldn’t have held on. Fortunately, the enemy has retreated...."

"Retreated?" Sui Yi questioned him, her tone somewhat strange, her gaze fixed on the water.

Hou Xibai’s expression froze, "Could it be...

Boom!

A terrifying giant wave suddenly surged!

Just seven or eight meters away from them, the giant wave rose from the river, crashing down. If it hit this pavilion, it would likely collapse the roof, and those inside....

"Oh my God!"

"What is this...."

The people on land were terrified, while those in the pavilion saw the terrifying wave through the window....

It was insane, this was along the shore, there were no tides, where did this giant wave come from!

Just as the wave was about to fall.....

Hou Xibai’s face stiffened, full of disbelief.

In that moment, Sui Yi’s right hand hooked the Demon Que on her left waist, gripped the sword hilt, slowly drew it out, and stepped forward.

Time seemed to freeze.

There was only that sword, that person.

With one sword stroke, from in front of her, the sword spread left and right, slicing flatly, running through, thoroughly.

Silent and soundless.

The giant wave seemed to pause for a second.

Just that one second.

Its horizontal cut slid like a mountain range sliced in half.

The giant wave fell

Right before the pavilion.

The water splashed onto the surface, creating water vapor, hazy and blurred, the young lord on the corridor platform slowly sheathed the sword, that blue robe more extraordinarily elegant and beautiful than any mountain green and water color in the world, captivating the heart.

The scene fell silent for a moment,

"What is this sword called?" Hou Xibai’s expression was somewhat floaty, but his eyes were very focused and serious.