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The fabric brushed against her wet, sticky skin, carrying a strong, undeniable masculine scent, concealing the embarrassing flush.
He then gently, almost tenderly, draped the last piece over the shoulders of the girl in the black veil.
The Shu brocade was soft and warm, instantly dispelling the chill that the night wind had brought to the girl's body, and also concealing the traces left by the recent surge of spring beneath her.
His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest bit of pity or mockery, as if he were completing some necessary but insignificant task.
The face that had been wearing a wicked smile returned to its cold and serious expression, its gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the end of the long street.
However, this seemingly "thoughtful" yet "casual" gesture caused all three women to suddenly feel a chill run down their spines.
They felt the fabric on their bodies, still warm from the unfamiliar man's body heat, and the smell of blood, sweat, and a certain powerful aura instantly filled their nostrils.
The heavy, wild leather covered their most unsightly stains, yet it also acted like an invisible net, completely enveloping them.
In the midst of this suffocating silence, the Qinhuai River under the night sky suddenly came alive.
The crimson light slanted across the river, making the outlines of several small boats appear eerie and blurred.
The creaking of oars broke the deathly silence.
Soon, accompanied by the faint sound of boats approaching the shore, a large number of people surged ashore like a tide.
They moved swiftly, dressed in various styles, yet all exuded a weary and capable air.
Those are people from the martial arts world.
Leading the group was a group of bodyguards dressed in tight-fitting clothes, their swords, spears, and halberds gleaming coldly, their eyes wary and sharp.
Following closely behind were a large number of laborers.
Among the crowd, several familiar and conspicuous figures stood out.
Wang Meng quickly caught up with it.
At the very front, the woman in elegant white was none other than Zhou Zhiruo.
Behind her, a group of Emei disciples dressed in gray Taoist robes followed closely, each holding a long sword and scanning the surrounding ruins warily.
Their steps were light and graceful, with the unique elegance of Emei, yet also containing the composure of internal martial arts.
On the other side, several ragged but distinguished-looking old men appeared on the shore with a large group of disciples.
Although they were dressed in tattered clothes, their eyes were gleaming and their figures were agile, making it clear at a glance that they were elders of the Beggars' Sect.
However, among the crowds disembarking, one figure remained motionless.
Then look at the river.
On the Qinhuai River, rows of multi-story boats are quietly moored, their carved window frames casting shadows.
It was Fang Yanqing.
She did not disembark.
His gaze pierced through the darkness and the bloodstains, locking onto the center of the ruins and Wang Meng's location.
A subtle, enigmatic smile played at the corners of his lips, a smile that seemed both playful and cold.
On the ship, there was an even more important "bargaining chip".
She knew all too well that it was precisely at times like these that she should not act rashly.
After all, there were important prisoners being held inside the ship.
Wang Meng stands like an unshakeable iron tower amidst rubble and broken walls.
His gaze was as cold as frost, piercing through the night.
He stared directly at the hundreds of figures swarming in from the banks of the Qinhuai River.
The laborers did not approach; they were simply responsible for continuing to haul goods from the shore under the direction of some Beggars' Sect disciples.
The hundreds of people who actually flocked to this side were all martial arts practitioners.
However, just as they were about to step onto the bluestone embankment and go ashore.
Wang Meng's figure stood before them like an iron wall.
He didn't move, didn't speak, and didn't even make a superfluous expression.
Just by standing there quietly, he exuded an invisible aura that swallowed all the light and sound around him like an abyss, causing the group of originally aggressive martial arts practitioners to subconsciously slow down.
"Young Master Wang, what is the meaning of this?"
One of the Beggars' Sect elders who accompanied the ship was a burly man with a booming voice. He was the first to speak and question them.
He stepped forward, gently tapping the ground with a dog-beating stick in his hand.
His gaze held scrutiny and a hint of impatience.
Wang Meng still did not respond. He simply raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the hundreds of people, finally settling on a few burly men at the very front, dressed in uniform tight-fitting clothes and carrying long swords.
They were the heads of a well-known escort agency in the Jiangnan region.
He was considered a prominent figure in the martial arts world.
Faced with the group's questioning, Wang Meng merely curled his lips into a cold smile and let out a contemptuous, beast-like growl, "Hmph."
This single syllable contains endless mockery and domineering.
Immediately afterwards, a vast and powerful aura, like a volcanic eruption, burst forth from Wang Meng's body!
That was not an ordinary fluctuation of internal energy, but a purer, more solid, and almost tangible flow of energy!
That's innate true energy!
The moment this true energy was released, the air seemed to freeze instantly.
The once bustling ruins have become completely silent.
The dust that filled the air was instantly blown away by this terrifying air pressure.
The head镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) at the very front were the first to be attacked.
Faced with this innate true energy, they felt as if their bones had been instantly drained.
Their prized internal strength was utterly powerless against this overwhelming force, offering no chance whatsoever to resist.
"puff!"
There were no earth-shattering explosions, no clashes of swords.
There were only a few dull thuds, like heavy objects falling into water.
The head镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) of those镖局 (bodyguard agencies) were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, spitting out blood and flying backward involuntarily.
Their screams were cut short in mid-air.
Their bodies traced a beautiful parabola, plummeting towards the Qinhuai River behind them with incredible speed!
"Wow!"
Several loud bangs followed, and water splashed everywhere.
The once calm surface of the Qinhuai River, now stained crimson with blood, was instantly blasted into several huge craters by the sudden appearance of these bodies.
The river surged and the turbulent waves even splashed onto the martial arts practitioners who had not yet found their footing on the bank, bringing a chilling sensation.
No one could see how Wang Meng made his move.
He didn't move an inch, didn't raise a hand, and didn't lift a foot.
It was just a single "humph," just the release of innate true energy.
It was like a thunderbolt from the sky, instantly crushing several second-rate experts and sending them straight into the depths of the Qinhuai River!
This horrifying scene plunged everyone present into an icy abyss.
The dog-beating sticks in the hands of the Beggars' Sect elders now seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they could no longer lift them easily.
Having been through many trials and tribulations, they possessed exceptional insight and were naturally able to discern the terrifying nature of this aura.
In an instant, hundreds of martial arts practitioners were completely intimidated by Wang Meng's single "humph" and "anger," and no one dared to take another step forward.
The scene was deathly silent. Only the howling night wind and the faint sound of the rippling water of the Qinhuai River could be heard.
Wang Meng slowly withdrew his gaze, his deep eyes, like two cold flames, sweeping over the group of people in front of him who were frozen with fear.
He paid no attention to the bodyguards who had fallen into the river, as if they were just a few insignificant stones.
His voice, carrying an irresistible majesty, echoed across the ruins like an ancient prophecy: "I, Wang Meng, will also fight for that newly born treasure!"
His words were clear and resounding, carrying an indescribable arrogance and confidence.
"Since you're also going to fight for it, then let's settle this here!"
He suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the vast ruins, a gesture as if pointing at the landscape, looking down upon the world.
"We'll kill you all here, and we'll get to the scene soon."
This will save a lot of effort and prevent those sore losers from spreading rumors and accusing me of attacking you from behind!
His voice was filled with bloodshed and killing, yet it also carried a kind of upright mockery.
He disdained getting entangled with this group of people at the scene of the treasure fight, and even disdained to use such despicable means as a sneak attack.
In his eyes, this group of people didn't even qualify as opponents!
These words resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.
"I'll beat you to death right here..." What an arrogant and presumptuous tone!
He actually intends to fight hundreds of martial arts elites here all by himself?
However, no one dared to laugh.
Because Wang Meng's eyes told them that he was not joking.
There was not a trace of mockery in those eyes, only an extreme chilling killing intent.
That was genuine killing intent, without the slightest concealment, piercing straight to the heart.
It was as if if they dared to move or utter a single word of dissent, Wang Meng's next strike would mercilessly land on their heads.
Finally, his sharp, hawk-like gaze swept over the Beggar Clan elders and everyone present.
His arm, as if pointing to a nest of ants, pointed in the direction they had come from, to the small boat moored on the Qinhuai River.