Chapter 567: Chapter 249: Seeking Revenge

Zhou Zhengze then asked:

"So what do we do now?"

Zuo Xuan stared at the docks for a moment before speaking softly:

"They have people guarding the docks. If Hero Fang were to go on a rampage, anyone from Tingtiao Pavilion trying to escape this way would likely be blocked by them.

"It seems... we don’t need to lure the ships away after all.

"In that case, why don’t we head into Tingtiao Pavilion and watch the show?

"Who do you think the masters of these three great ships are?"

"Let’s be careful. We should find a high vantage point to observe from so they don’t spot us."

Zuo Hong reminded them.

The three then quietly departed, deliberately taking secluded paths as they hurried toward Tingtiao Pavilion.

Before they even got close, they saw the glow of fires flaring up from four different directions within Tingtiao Pavilion.

Shouts echoed through the air, clearly audible even from a distance.

Suhe Zhen’s voice, a mixture of shock and fury, pierced the night:

"Which despicable villain dares to cause trouble in my Tingtiao Pavilion?!"

Zuo Xuan and the others exchanged a glance and quickened their pace.

The sounds of battle cries, furious roars, and agonizing screams soon reached their ears.

Zuo Xuan took a deep breath.

’So it really is a feint.

’The assassination attempt was just the beginning. These people are playing mind games.

’Could they truly be Saint Mother Chaoyin’s people?

’But is Suhe Zhen some kind of pushover? How could he have actually been outmaneuvered?’

"I’m afraid there’s more to it than that."

Zuo Hong said with a frown:

"Don’t forget, back then, Emperor Guixu, Taishi Cheng, stormed Hengyang Island all by himself.

"The great battle lasted for three days and three nights, and in the end, Taishi Cheng only won by a slight margin... Taishi Cheng is Emperor Guixu, one of the Four Saints of the East Sea. Even he had such a difficult victory. Could these three ships and the men on board really be enough to defeat Suhe Zhen?"

As the siblings casually discussed the matter, they felt that while it seemed plausible, there were also many things that didn’t add up.

While they were talking, the three of them finally reached a decent, elevated spot. Looking down, they had a clear view of the square in front of Bolan Hall.

Fighting was everywhere. The entirety of Tingtiao Pavilion had descended into chaos. The attackers were a group of men in black, presumably subordinates of Saint Mother Chaoyin.

They were outnumbered, so their strategy was centered on hit-and-run tactics.

They mostly avoided direct confrontations with the disciples of Tingtiao Pavilion.

Suhe Zhen was in the square before the hall, where the fighting was most intense.

Suhe Zhen’s wide sleeves billowed as his figure moved unpredictably. With a raise of his palms, he unleashed a force like a monstrous wave swallowing the sky. The power was simply incredible.

He was fighting against three people.

These three—two men and one woman—were also experts.

As a result, the area where the four of them fought was a wide-open space, the square before the hall already shattered to pieces from the force of their battle.

Zuo Xuan, Zuo Hong, and Zhou Zhengze exchanged a look, each seeing the astonishment in the others’ eyes.

Judging by the sheer power of their exchange, only someone like Fang Shuwen could possibly contend with them.

If it were the three of them, they wouldn’t even be able to get close before the aftershocks of the battle would kill them.

Just then, Suhe Zhen planted himself in a wide horse stance. His hands moved from left to right as if guiding a colossal, surging wave.

The sound of his True Qi circulating was like the roar of a tsunami. Within a ten-zhang radius, countless whirlpools of True Qi materialized out of thin air, making it nearly impossible for anyone to keep their footing.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE!!

Suhe Zhen guided the energy with his hands, suddenly concentrating it in the center.

All of the True Qi gathered between his palms. Then, he thrust them forward.

An invisible wave of Qi billowed out, transforming into a world-shaking torrent.

Seeing this, one of the three opponents cried out in alarm:

"Overturning Sea and Sky Palm!!"

The three exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, executed the exact same technique, a clear sign they were from the same school.

They lunged forward, one palm facing forward and the other back. They overlapped their hands and unleashed the technique with a deafening roar.

A tide-like energy seemed to pulse between their palms. As their three streams of True Qi merged, the power became even more immense.

Zuo Xuan’s pupils constricted slightly.

’They really are Saint Mother Chaoyin’s people! That’s her Tide-Folding Thousand Palm!’

Both of these martial arts were inspired by the sea.

One was the surging of waves, the sea forming a vortex.

The other was the rolling of tides, layer upon endless layer.

The moment they collided, a world-shaking roar erupted.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE!!!

The tremendous sound was like the sea itself suddenly exploding, sending endless waves of True Qi rushing out in all directions.

The disciples of Tingtiao Pavilion and the uninvited guests fighting nearby were caught in this blast of True Qi. Some were sent flying, spitting fountains of blood, dead before they even hit the ground.

Others were sent rolling across the ground in a wretched state.

Zuo Xuan, Zuo Hong, and Zhou Zhengze were the farthest from the clash and were also at a higher elevation.

Even so, when the wave of True Qi hit them, their own blood and Qi roiled in their chests.

They exchanged a look, horror written on their faces.

At that moment, with a rapid BANG, BANG, BANG, the Tide-Folding Thousand Palm of Saint Mother Chaoyin’s three masters was broken. Their bodies were sent spiraling away as if caught in an endless current.

Suhe Zhen snorted. He flicked his sleeves and stood up straight.

"Saint Mother Chaoyin underestimates me, Suhe Zhen, far too much.

"If she wants to deal with Tingtiao Pavilion, tell her to come herself. Sending the three of you here to die is simply absurd!!"

Although the three opponents were heavily injured, they were not dead.

Clutching their chests, they struggled back to their feet. One of them sneered:

"You, Suhe Zhen? What makes you worthy of having the Saint Mother come to see you personally..."

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