Dominating Martial King
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317: Chapter 212 Near Ink Taint (Subscription Request)_5 317: Chapter 212 Near Ink Taint (Subscription Request)_5 The Small Flag officer of the Imperial Guards sneered sarcastically upon hearing this and left the room without a word.

As Zuo Qingyun was about to speak again, a voice came from the room on the right, Zuo Tianlu’s voice: “Enough, Qingyun!

We are bound to die today; let’s leave with some dignity.”

Zuo Qingyun’s lips twitched faintly, thinking, how could a dead person possess any dignity?

Nevertheless, he calmed down and began to eat absentmindedly with the chopsticks from the tray.

At this point, there was no harm in eating; it doesn’t pay to starve to death.

However, even the good food and drink were tasteless in his mouth.

At this moment, a ‘thump thump thump’ sound came from the cabin below.

Zuo Qingyun concentrated and listened, but he couldn’t make sense of it.

Shortly after, another round of chaotic footsteps came from the deck.

In just a moment, a group of Red Robed Martial Masters stormed into his room and forcefully dragged Zuo Qingyun, still shackled, out the door.

The entire lower deck was filled with the panicked crying and shouts of the womenfolk.

On the walkway, Zuo Qingyun saw his parents, Zuo Tianlu’s two concubines, and his three younger half-sisters.

Their family was pushed and pulled to the edge of the ship’s deck and forced to kneel.

The Imperial Guards on the ship were nowhere to be seen, leaving only a group of Red Robed Martial Masters.

However, Hundred Households Zhang Ming was on the ship.

He looked at Zuo Qingyun with a smile, “Surprised?

Shocked?

Today, your Red Robed Martial Masters hijacked midway, and we fought desperately but were no match; we had to retreat from the ship.

But your Zuo Family won’t have the opportunity to become court-mandated offenders; you’ll soon join each other at the bottom of the river.”

Zuo Qingyun’s face was as pale as paper, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his fingertips dug deep into the flesh.

He had also noticed that the attire and weapons of these people were identical to those of his subordinates.

Zuo Tianlu sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Hundred Households Zhang Ming, observing the expressions of the Zuo Family, let out a dark chuckle.

“Send them on their way!

Don’t let them go too easily, Mr.

Junior Minister instructed that the more painful and regretful their end is, the more relieved and happy he’ll feel in his heart!”

Upon the deck, the Red Robed Martial Masters all burst into laughter, each holding a pig-slaughtering boning knife, standing behind the members of the Zuo Family.

Just then, a barrage of copper coins rained down from the west side of the river.

The darts flew incredibly fast, covering three miles in the blink of an eye, and arrived in front of them.

Simultaneously, a slender figure leaped out from the dense forest on the riverside; she walked on water, her figure flickering momentarily before reaching underneath the official ship.

Zhang Ming, upon seeing this, was not surprised at all.

He snickered coldly to himself, thinking it mattered little who else it was.

Sikong Xin, Zuo Qingyun’s guard, would surely come, so he had long prepared a countermeasure.

At his side, a broad and stout man around thirty years old with a fair complexion and no beard suddenly reached out.

“Suck!”

Despite the man’s bulky frame, his voice was exceedingly soft and feminine.

As the man exerted force and sucked in, he drew all the money darts flying in the air straight in front of him.

Then he pushed his hands forward.

“Repel!”

All those copper coins were reflected back, surging towards Sikong Xin.

Zuo Qingyun’s brows furrowed.

This man was an Inner Palace Expert!

His cultivation was evidently half a rank above Sikong Xin!

At that moment, more than a hundred men on the ship, armed with Military Flying Locust Crossbows, fired at Sikong Xin.

Struggling to fend off the attack, Sikong Xin was eventually struck down by the fair-faced stout man with a punch, falling into the water beneath the ship.

Sikong Xin was unharmed; she circled the ship swiftly, looking for a chance to breach it, but the fair-faced man thwarted her, blocking her every attempt.

The man, although stocky, was incredibly agile, moving as quickly as Sikong Xin.

His palms, however, were extraordinarily dominating.

With the support of arrow rain from behind, he kept Sikong Xin at bay, ten yards away on the river surface.

After observing for a while, Zhang Ming knew this woman posed little threat to them.

He smirked, “What are you waiting for?

Get on with it!

As if she, a mere Sixth Grade, could rescue anyone from Mr.

Zhu’s grasp—such wishful thinking—”

Before he could finish, a light chuckle sounded above the river: “What if you add me?”

In an instant, a tremendous Sword Intent dominated the space!

Each of the hundred-plus Red Robed Martial Masters on the ship had the Ninth Grade cultivation, yet at that moment, their faces all revealed intense agony.

This caused a brief lull in their arrow firing.

Sikong Xin, who had been suppressed all this time, suddenly morphed into an apparition and thrust forward, breaching the defenses to get close to the fair-faced man.

Her Short Saber slanted, threatening to pierce the heart of the fair-faced man, who managed to block it just in time, yet was sent flying several yards by the sword power, crashing into the water below.

At that moment, Zuo Qingyun looked up, overjoyed, at another figure approaching over the water from the shore.

In his eyes shone intense happiness: “Xisheng?”

Chu Xisheng hadn’t come to see him off but was waiting for them here instead.