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"Thirty Flying Dragon Battleships and ten thousand strong crossbown."

"What do you think, old sir, can Penglai Island possibly survive?"

"When the ti cos, letting Qing'er enter for cultivation will be nothing more than a word from this Marquis. What difficulty is there in that?"

Sun Derong's expression changed again.

Li Yuankai took two steps forward, leaving only a step's distance between him and the old man. He reached out his right hand to adjust the old man's collar, lowered his voice, and said softly, "Old sir, I am grateful for teaching Qing'er martial arts and knowledge. I'm glad Qing'er is happy, but you should best understand your role."

"Do not let those Jianghu notions of not knowing one's place influence Qing'er."

"Otherwise, this Marquis will have to teach you a thing or two."

Sun Derong's face turned ashen, and he said, "You..."

Before the words could fall, two murderous intents from the shadows enveloped the old man's vital points. Sun Derong's body was stiff, but in Zhan Qing's eyes, Li Yuankai remained composed and gentle, his actions beyond reproach, still the sa gentle and amiable person from before.

He glanced at Sun Derong and finally whispered, "Old Sun, the era of relying on just one individual is long gone."

Sun Derong was speechless, his heart filled with sorrow and weariness, suddenly feeling old.

Li Yuankai felt he had lost composure today, closed his eyes, and suppressed the emotions surging within him.

At that mont, several people in the courtyard sensed a strange change in the Qi chanism. Shangguan Hong suddenly looked towards the East Sea, followed by Sun Derong. Soone in the shadows quietly alerted Li Yuankai, who paused and also looked towards the East Sea.

The sea and sky were one, large clusters of white clouds could be seen falling into the sea.

A whistling sound ca through.

In the next mont, the large clusters of clouds shattered directly, and sothing broke through the clouds and the sea.

Shangguan Hong lost his usual calm, and two experts hidden in the shadows appeared instantly, pulling Li Yuankai back.

Sun Yi, carrying a pouch with more silver, walked out the back door, speaking flatteringly to the servant boy.

Pavilions and towers, clear maiden-like girls debated whose poems were better.

Along the East Sea coast, nurous fishern, whose livelihood depended on the sea, wore worried expressions.

Then they all heard the roar of air being violently scraped, they instinctively looked up, and their expressions changed completely. In the clear blue sky without a trace of haze, a massive ironclad battleship, dozens of ters long, rolled with sea waves and clouds, majestically breaking through the sky!

A man in gray stood with his hands behind his back on the dragon-head figurehead.

Miao Zhiqiao saw the man's face and was already dumbfounded.

The East Sea Marquis's Mansion could suppress the turmoil of many small islands along the coast, naturally not with just such n. Almost in the mont of sensing sothing amiss, ten experts from the Royal Mansion instantly took action, wielding knives, swords, or large spears like flying dragons, attacking the person coming from all directions.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to punch.

The overwhelming Qi chanism within him surged, stimulated by thunder, instantly surpassing what this realm should have as its peak level. He delivered a punch with the Ten Powers of Tathagata, then sealed all the Qi chanism into the Thunder Pond before the body was damaged.

Do not step beyond the Thunder Pond.

This was a clever tactic he had devised after many tis using his Fourth Rank body to perform Grandmaster techniques. It was not intended for those of high elegance, but it never aid to be so; rather, it aid to forcefully kick open the door and crash into it rudely.

Hence, this punch was already worthy of reaching the Grandmaster level.

This punch disrupted the Qi chanism's divine intent within a dozen miles.

The ten martial artists who attacked could hardly get close and were smashed down by that dense Qi chanism.

The East Sea Marquis Li Yuankai looked up at the enormous Flying Dragon Ironclad Ship, his face instantly turning ashen. He crushed the White Jade Thumb Ring in his hand, and an invisible wave transmitted from it.

In the Pillar of the State Mansion of this East Sea County City, a certain old man opened his eyes.

Looking at the cracked white jade in his hand, he remained silent for a few monts before slowly standing up.

With his right hand holding an ancient bronze sword that was inverted in the sword scabbard, he stepped out to see the massive ironclad ship in the sky. He took a deep breath, exuding a vigorous Qi chanism like the vast sea, standing in front of Wang Anfeng, and loudly said:

"I am the Pillar of the State of East Sea County."

"Who are you?!"

Wang Anfeng's eyes fluctuated briefly, replying calmly:

"Divine Martial Mansion."

"Returning sothing to the East Sea Marquis."

Upon hearing the three words "Divine Martial Mansion," Xia Guanyu, holding the sword, felt his heart violently contract. After all, he had lived through that era, and the first thought in his mind was the whereabouts of the Eighteen Roads Iron Cavalry Tiger Talisman, the First Rank Duke of the State in Great Qin, whose position equaled that of a royal prince, causing cold sweat to appear on his forehead.

Only after a few monts did he recall that today's Divine Martial Mansion was not part of the Imperial Court, feeling slightly relieved. Even so, he still showed no haughtiness, glancing at the ironclad ship floating in the air, and politely said from the position of half of one of his own:

"What matter does Mansion Master Wang have? We can discuss it."

"There's no need for this, if it startles the common people, His Majesty might be angry..."

Wang Anfeng said:

"Rest assured, elder, I will not disturb the common people."

Xia Guanyu's words were blocked and returned, leaving him only with a bitter smile.

Below, Li Yuankai's chest surged with anger, coldly glaring at Wang Anfeng.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, the Zen Buddhist law of cause and effect followed. His heart full of resentnt and anger at this mont actually allowed Wang Anfeng to instantly grasp the location of that gaze.

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