On the cargo ship, several strong individuals watched the scene, consciously backing away to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
In the northeast corner of the cargo ship, Zuo Lizhou stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a crowd, observing the situation with a calm and indifferent expression.
"How did the Tian Cong Yun end up in Chen Tianjiao's hands?"
"This sword is extremely famous in Sakurajima; the people of Sakurajima will never give up!"
"The warriors of Sakurajima are always stubborn and fearless of death. Chen Tianjiao is in for trouble now!"
"That's a Sakurajima Onmyoji, their methods are extremely bizarre. I'd like to see how Chen Tianjiao gets out of this today!"
"..."
The warriors of the Heroes Alliance discussed endlessly.
Su Yingxia stood behind Yan Siyu, watching Chen Fan's side, a cold smile also appearing on her lips.
This situation reminded her of the time Chen Fan and Gongsun Zheng had a duel in Hangjiang.
But she knew that the current situation was far more perilous and complicated than that time.
After boarding the ship, she carefully observed the surroundings and confirmed that most people here had grievances with Chen Tianjiao.
Neither the Brotherhood nor the Heroes Alliance would let Chen Fan leave alive.
Now, Chen Fan had also provoked the strong individuals from Sakurajima, making him an enemy of almost everyone.
This man was always like this, reckless, always managing to provoke a large group of enemies no matter where or what the occasion.
This was precisely one of the reasons she used to detest Chen Fan.
It had not changed to this day!
It was time to teach this hateful fellow a profound lesson.
However, the situation was somewhat beyond her expectations.
Just as Du Fumin had said to him, she more wished to see Chen Fan kneel and beg for forgiveness, weeping bitterly before her.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the cargo ship.
"Is this Chen Tianjiao?"
A burly old man stood perfectly straight, his gaze profound, and said.
"Yes, Father, he is Chen Tianjiao," Feng Qianluan said.
The old man's expression became somewhat complex.
He was none other than the Feng family patriarch, Feng Chengmao.
A veteran martial arts grandmaster, his strength far surpassed that of Feng Chengmo.
The Feng family had not informed Chen Fan that this Feng family patriarch had returned and boarded the Mayflower cruise ship, and now he had boarded this cargo ship.
"Third Brother, this brat's strength has increased considerably since three years ago," Feng Chengmo also said. "Rumor has it that he single-handedly killed Gao Hongchang of the Liuhe Sect and defeated seven grandmasters in the capital!"
Feng Chengmao nodded, "For you to cooperate with him, it's not a bad choice."
"This person is too arrogant; the cooperation is not pleasant at all," Feng Qianluan said.
"Therefore, he is destined to fail," Feng Chengmao said. "The unyielding are easily broken. Tonight, he will definitely not be able to walk off this cargo ship alive."
The Mayflower in the distance let out a roar, spraying a large amount of water, and set sail again.
It had stopped at sea merely to transport all the participants tonight onto this cruise ship, and would continue its voyage afterward.
On the deck of the Mayflower, Mi Xueqing watched the cargo ship getting further away with a hint of melancholy.
She didn't know what had happened, only that many people who looked extraordinary, like martial artists, had gone to that cargo ship, and she believed Chen Fan must have gone too.
It was merely a brief intersection in her life, not worth dwelling on, yet she remembered it vividly and with deep impressions.
On the cargo ship.
One sword severed the flow, sword intent locking onto Chen Fan, sword light surging, like the sunrise in the east.
Under the sword light, all obstructions were shattered, and the strike was merciless.
The true meaning of the Three-Sword Style was to defeat the opponent within three strikes. Mental fortitude and technique were elevated to the extreme in the instant of the strike, unstoppable and overwhelming!
Facing this sword, Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged.
The Tian Cong Yun in his hand was restless.
He swung his sword!
The three-sword energy that could cleave through roaring rivers could not sever this strange and ferocious intent at this moment.
With a clang, the sword energy shattered, and the Three-Sword Style was broken.
The ferocious and terrifying sword energy was unstoppable, sweeping towards Liu Shengshibei.
Liu Shengshibei also knew the might of the Tian Cong Yun. He slid and dodged, his second sword igniting, like a swallow returning.
Three-Sword Style, Yan Fan!
This move was a counter-attack.
The essence of the Three-Sword Style lay entirely within the three strikes. This style had stood firm in Sakurajima for hundreds of years, possessing its own unique strengths.
If the first strike couldn't defeat the opponent, the second strike was a desperate counter-attack, followed by the brewing of the strongest third strike.
Throughout Sakurajima, very few strong individuals could withstand Liu Shengshibei's three strikes and survive.
The sword light swirled, like a swallow returning, tracing an agile and graceful trajectory.
As the sword light vibrated, it was like countless swallows dancing, nimble and profound, shredding the sword energy of the Tian Cong Yun.
The sword momentum was not yet exhausted, but Liu Shengshibei's body seemed to swell significantly. He pushed the true qi within him to its limit and directly changed his move, unleashing the third sword.
Three-Sword Style, Guijie!
Chen Fan, however, paid no mind to Liu Shengshibei. He turned and stepped, his sword light flashing across.
A saber was blocked, and in that instant of crossing, the person wielding it staggered back.
It was Watanabe Kai Ming.
To reclaim the Tian Cong Yun, Watanabe Kai Ming naturally would not adhere to the rules of a one-on-one duel. He had found an opportunity to strike when Liu Shengshibei attacked.
However, Chen Fan, fighting two opponents, was not caught off guard.
His aura surged, his battle intent, enhanced by the Mirrored Spirit Pearl, condensed to its peak.
The clanging of metal and hooves, the killing intent of the battlefield, soared to the heavens.
Watanabe Kai Ming's expression changed slightly. He leaped and maneuvered behind Chen Fan.
Chen Fan pointed his sword forward, the Tian Cong Yun vibrating incessantly. The sword struck the sky, its strange, bloodthirsty aura locking onto Liu Shengshibei.
Liu Shengshibei unleashed his third strike.
The profound meaning of the Guijie style was that one strike could cleave through gods and demons, possessing supreme power.
But Chen Fan's sword easily pierced through his sword style. With a ding, Liu Shengshibei's face turned pale, and he swallowed, retreating.
The Tian Cong Yun was too powerful. Under this sword, his proud Three-Sword Style was also unable to resist its sharpness.
But at this moment, black smoke billowed down, and a giant python with wings opened its mouth and lunged to bite down at Chen Fan.
The Onmyoji Ise Akitsu, a short distance away, formed an Onmyoji hand seal, his eyes blood-red.
The great serpent was ferocious, letting out a roar that obscured the lights with endless black mist, appearing extremely terrifying.
A fierce and evil aura descended directly.
Its gaping maw was filled with sharp, gleaming teeth, its presence chilling to the bone.
Chen Fan looked up, his heart also startled, sensing a strong sense of danger.
This was a Teng Snake, Ise Akitsu's Shikigami.
Such a Shikigami was considered top-tier among Sakurajima Onmyoji.
Its prototype originated from the Five Divine Beasts of Great Xia, a kind of deified spirit formed by faith, connected to the Onmyoji's essence, and could be considered immortal.
Chen Fan's wrist shook, his battle intent soaring, and he struck with his sword.
Endless battlefields, the roars of bloodied soldiers.
The unyielding battle intent shook the heavens and earth, more condensed and pure than ever before.
One sword split the sky, sword light tearing through the black mist and striking the head of the Teng Snake.
The Teng Snake's head immediately split open, as if crimson blood dripped, rolling in mid-air, letting out a pained cry.
Chen Fan's expression was indifferent, holding the Tian Cong Yun, his gaze turning cold.
"Kill!"
He had already given Ise Akitsu and the others a choice. Since they refused to agree, he had no need to hold back anymore.