Chapter 1 Danger Ahead

Feeling the momentary chaos of the neurons in his body, An Qisheng felt a sudden heaviness in his heart.

When people face great danger and great fear, their bodies experience a rigidity similar to freezing.

If an ordinary person were startled while running at high speed, they would inevitably fall headfirst to the ground.

An Qisheng had an extremely strong control over his body, but he still paused for a moment, allowing the two great monks, Shi Xinlu and Shi Xinwu, to overtake him.

"Among the few of them, only Miao Xiong has entered the realm of Huajin (Transformation Strength), so he couldn't possibly give me this feeling. Then, is it the Zhulong (Bamboo Dragon) Society's ship?"

As the thought flashed through An Qisheng's mind, the two great monks, Shi Xinlu and Shi Xinwu, had already rushed out hundreds of meters, stirring up several meters of yellow sand behind them, heading straight for Miao Xiong and the others.

"Two masters, be careful of a trap, retreat quickly!"

An Qisheng paused, his breath stabilized for a moment, before he shouted a warning.

After running at full strength for more than half an hour, even a Huajin martial artist's breathing would be somewhat unsteady.

"A trap?"

Shi Xinlu, who was running the fastest, was less than a hundred meters away from Miao Xiong and the others. Hearing the shout from behind, his heart shook.

Although he had only been in contact with An Qisheng for a day and a night, he knew that he was not a person who spoke carelessly. If he was issuing a warning at this time, he must have discovered something wrong.

But at this time, Miao Xiong and the others were already close to the ship, and he was only a hundred meters away from Miao Xiong and the others.

Giving up like this would be too regrettable.

Even if there was a trap, it would be on the ship. He would kill them first before talking!

"Hmph! Ha!"

The two great monks seemed to have a telepathic connection, exhaling and speaking at the same time, stomping their feet with force.

Boom!

The yellow sand rose up, scattering in all directions.

Shi Xinlu took a step forward, his thick arms spread out, his whole person pouncing forward like an eagle.

And Shi Xinwu stepped forward, bowed his body, his arms held horizontally in front of him, and slammed forward heavily.

Allowing Shi Xinlu to step on his arms with his full strength, his speed suddenly increased again!

In just a few seconds, Shi Xinlu's face flushed red, and his arm, clenched into a fist, had already slammed heavily into the body of the person running at the back.

Bang!

In the muffled sound of flesh colliding, the man immediately spat out blood, his back broken, and his whole person fell to the ground like a broken bamboo pole.

After delivering the punch, Shi Xinlu didn't even look, his Qi and blood surging violently, and he threw another punch.

"Junior brother!"

At the same time as the man died, Miao Xiong and the others all cried out in grief.

Bang!

Before the sound of their cries had faded away, Shi Xinlu had already killed another person.

This great monk was powerful and heavy, and he showed no mercy when striking from behind. A hit meant death!

"Senior brother, avenge us!"

Miao San and the others' eyes turned red, and they shouted before lunging towards Shi Xinlu!

Bang bang bang~~~

In the scattering yellow sand and seawater, Miao San and the others, filled with anger, attacked fearlessly, forcibly blocking Shi Xinlu!

"Not good, he's going to escape!"

Shi Xinlu smashed the skull of one person with a backhand hammer, but he secretly cried out in his heart.

Miao Xiong himself was running extremely fast, more than a hundred meters faster than these people. Now that he was being blocked, he would not be able to catch up.

"He can't escape!"

At this time, Shi Xinwu rushed past, crashing into a person and sending him flying, stepping heavily in the seawater, heading straight for Miao Xiong.

"You bald donkey, I will definitely kill you!"

Miao Xiong was extremely angry, gritting his teeth, his speed increasing by a few points.

The legs stepping in the seawater suddenly exerted force, leaping up, borrowing force several times on the ship's cabin, and flipping onto the deck:

"Everyone from the Bamboo Dragon Society, quickly come out and save my junior brothers, the ones chasing after us are all experts from Da Xuan..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Looking at the black-clothed man lying diagonally on the rocking chair not far away, for some reason, Miao Xiong felt a chill in his heart, like a rabbit facing a giant dragon, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His heart felt as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand of fear.

For a time, he couldn't even speak.

"The Bamboo Dragon Society..."

Tong Zhengyang slowly raised his head, his indifferent gaze gradually turning cold:

"Are you talking about that group of ignorant trash?"

"You, you are not a member of the Bamboo Dragon Society..."

When Miao Xiong spoke, his voice was hoarse, like a chain that had not been oiled for a long time.

His heart sank uncontrollably.

The man who gave him an extremely dangerous feeling was not a member of the Bamboo Dragon Society.

Not being a member of the Bamboo Dragon Society, yet possessing a Bamboo Dragon Society ship, the meaning behind this was something even an idiot could understand.

"Master..."

The wooden-faced Kimura Minoru walked out of the captain's room, kneeling down at Tong Zhengyang's feet as if no one else was there:

"The Gulf of Thailand has arrived."

"Y-you, I am not a member of the Bamboo Dragon Society..."

Cold sweat trickled down Miao Xiong's forehead.

"Kill him."

Tong Zhengyang lowered his eyes and said indifferently.

"Yes!"

Kimura Minoru slowly stood up.

The sound of tendons and bones rubbing together came from his body, and his indifferent, emotionless gaze fell on Miao Xiong.

"Damn it..."

Miao Xiong felt despair in his heart, but he no longer had any intention of staying in this dangerous place. He stomped his feet and was about to retreat.

In his subconscious, even if he faced the three experts behind him who seemed to be at the realm of Huajin, he would not want to face the black-clothed man in front of him who seemed to be seriously injured and not yet recovered.

Whoosh!

In an instant, it seemed as if the wind rose.

Kimura Minoru jumped straight into the air, his slightly stiff arm flailing, like a steel whip whipping, the air making a whistling and exploding sound.

"So fast!"

Miao Xiong's pupils shrank. While he was in mid-air, the Fuso youth wearing a sailor suit had already caught up.

Without time to think, he held his arms in front of him.

Bang!

A muffled collision sound.

"Pfft!"

Miao Xiong's eyes widened, his Qi and blood suddenly surging upwards, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball, while spitting out a mouthful of blood, outlining a long arc in the air.

"Hmm? That's, Miao Xiong?!"

Shi Xinwu, who was rushing over, felt a jump in his heart. He saw Miao Xiong plummeting into the seawater like a cannonball, his blood scattering in the wind, a drop splashing onto his face.

"Internal strife?"

The thought flashed through Shi Xinwu's mind, and he saw a figure jumping off the ship at an extremely fast speed, head down, feet up, fist in front of him, shooting into the seawater like a dart!

"Ah!"

Miao Xiong roared repeatedly.

He roared in the seawater, like a roaring tiger, his body bouncing up in the seawater, his fists and palms waving, throwing dozens of punches in an instant.

But the figure pouncing down did not dodge or avoid, and withstood dozens of punches, heavily punching Miao Xiong's throat.

Crack!

In the crisp and cold sound, his head snapped ninety degrees, drooping limply on his back.

The corpse fell straight into the seawater.

Splash~

Kimura Minoru fell into the sea.

His body had multiple fractures, and one arm was bent.

But he seemed unaware, reaching out and twisting, reconnecting the broken arm, looking indifferently and coldly at Shi Xinwu.

"This..."

Shi Xinwu felt a chill in his heart, assuming a stance, highly vigilant.

"Bring them up..."

In the sea breeze, an indifferent voice floated with the wind, lingering for a long time.