The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1142 - 620: The Empress Draws Her Sword

"Bah!"

Zhao Douan sneered disdainfully after uttering this word. On the other end of the river, across the wide expanse, faces turned pale amidst the formidable fleet of over a hundred Jianghu guests.

Many showed a look of suppressed anger.

It’s important to note that Zuo Tang appearing here today does not just represent this old fellow alone, but the face of the entire Southern martial arts. In other words, Zhao Douan’s slap was tantamount to slapping them all in the face.

How could the fighters, who are naturally competitive and fierce, not be angry?

"What a villain!" The man who resembled a skinny monkey said coldly: "I’ve long heard of this person’s arrogance and dominance, and the rumors are indeed true. He even dares show no respect to the Alliance Leader Zuo, does he really think he’s got us figured out? Does he look down on us Jianghu people?"

Aunt Gu, whose bust was quite alluring, was staring at Zhao Douan’s face with a drooling expression, and now glanced at the previous man with a sour look, saying: "If you want to curse, do it loudly. What use is mumbling under your breath?"

"You..." The skinny monkey man was annoyed but was held back by the weathered man beside him who carried a double sword on his back.

Unlike the restraint of these three, many of the other fighters farther away simply opened their throats and began to curse directly. It could only be said some indeed knew not the heights of heaven and earth.

On the warship, although very familiar with Zhao Douan’s character and style, Yu Xiu and others still showed worry.

In their view, although the Divine Mechanism Camp’s army was still behind, it wasn’t necessary to rashly confront the opposite with the current manpower. With Zhao Douan’s intelligence, he could have resolved the situation in a better way, but he chose to provoke multiple sides directly.

"Tsk tsk, Zuo Tang, don’t you know how to manage your subordinates’ mouths?" Zhao Douan, as if not feeling those murderous glances, raised his hand smilingly and pointed to a martial artist cursing him: "You, yes you, what did you just say? Louder, I didn’t hear clearly."

The martial artist, being pointed at, felt a sudden tightness in his chest, took two steps back, and dared not respond.

Since ancient times, the commoners do not fight with officials, even the martial artists who break laws with force aren’t foolish. They dare to shout because they blend into the crowd, but not everyone has the courage to confront Zhao Yan alone.

Zhao Douan pointed out a few more people, and those pointed at all closed their mouths.

Seeing this, Zhao Douan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his disdain growing stronger: "What Coastal Martial Arts? Just a group of cowards."

Hundreds of people were burning with anger.

Zuo Tang’s face was expressionless: "Commander Zhao, why must you insult us like this? If you have any grievance, just take it out on me."

"Good! Responsible!" Zhao Douan let out a laugh and said coldly, "Old man, you act like a hypocrite for country and people, but unfortunately, there are no citizens here to applaud. Why not put away that pretense? Prince Chen rebelled, seceding his lands, and you are being compelled, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, to resist me, Commander Zhao. Then show your true skills; trying to retreat with just words, there’s no such easy thing here at the commander."

He paused, showing disinterest: "Not interested in pointless talk with you. Hurry up and move. Divine Mechanism Camp Firearms Soldier, where are you?!"

With a command.

Clatter... On three warships, soldiers took firearms out from the cabin, tore the papers wrapped to prevent moisture off, and suddenly, muzzles were aiming at these hundreds of martial artists.

Faced with firearms, many showed surprise and drew their swords. Although they hadn’t seen it, they had heard of the power of Divine Mechanism Camp’s new firearms.

Zuo Tang’s heart sank, realizing that words were useless, he pondered for a bit, and then said: "Wait..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Douan gave him no time, shouted without an ounce of martial virtue: "Tang Ping, still standing there? Do it!"

Tang Ping, who had long been eager to try, heard this and quickly lowered the crimson flag he raised.

On three warships, over two hundred firearms soldiers pulled the triggers simultaneously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

A series of flames exploded, with bullets fired at speeds far exceeding arrows, spewing from gun barrels, trailing a haze, and shooting uniformly toward the martial artists on those small boats!

The speed of the firearms far exceeded the expectations of the Jianghu people; the fighters, being on the boats, found it hard to maneuver and instinctively tried to draw swords to defend.

But how can bullets be like arrows that can be deflected?

They were out of time to react, and a wave of fear swept over everyone’s hearts.

"What audacity!" As Zhao Douan gave the order, Zuo Tang felt a thrill and instantly drew the unimpressive broken sword tied to his waist with a hemp rope in his right hand.

The white-haired elder swung the sword obliquely, but it was aimed at the water surface.

The calm river water suddenly exploded into huge waves, lifting like a water wall, intercepting one bullet after another.

What a terrifying scene this was? The fury of the river, with bullets falling like locusts crashing into flames, intercepting the rounds involved not just cold water but also the sword qi that rolled up the waves.

Countless sword qi, like thousands of steel needles, precisely knocked down the locust-like pellets.

With an aged martial artist’s body, he resisted hundreds of gunfires, this level of skill had clearly reached the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Yet Zhao Douan grinned viciously, covering his ears.

Twice, the warships to the left and right behind suddenly erupted with cannon shots!

Those were two ship-mounted Divine Power Level cannons, firing at this moment, bombarding both sides of the fleet respectively.

The artillery fire!

The pupils of the Wine Sword Immortal contracted, his foot stomped hard, the boat retreating diagonally backward under the great force. The white-haired elder soared, lightly waving the broken sword in his hand, the lifted water waves shifted accordingly, with the high water wall splitting centrally, converging to both sides, forming two water mountains.

Zuo Tang, hands holding the sword, suddenly knelt on one knee on the water surface, the blade piercing into the water.