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Each and every martial practitioner of Three Boats and Eighteen Docks lay in a pool of blood, dead bodies strewn across the streets, their eyes wide with anger.

No one knew what they were angry about, or whether they were unwilling to be killed by the black armored cavalry, or whether they were angry that they were too weak to kill the enemy.

At the same time, each and every one of the black-armored cavalry soldiers was covered in blood. They had lost all will to fight and had frozen on the ground.

Some of them were stabbed to death after they were dismounted, while others were killed along with their war horses by the men from Three Ships and Eighteen Docks.

For a moment, the chaos on the battlefield began to subside, because there were fewer people alive and more dead.

The disadvantage of the situation was that they were still leaning in the direction of dock 18, because the elites of dock 18 were still no match for the Black Armored Cavalry.

Although they suffered casualties, their own mortality rates were higher.

Cui Banyan's heart ached, because these elites were basically the elderlies he personally brought along. Not only were they the backbone of Three Ship's Eighteenth Dock, they were also Cui Bong's brothers.

However, he could only watch and do nothing.

"Zheng Hu!" "Are you still there?" Cui Rong asked the crowd in the back with a low growl.

"Zheng Hu is here, I ask for the leader's instructions!" A burly man stepped out of the crowd.

"Bring all the crew of the boat with you!" Cui Bong gave the order.

"This …" Zheng Hu's gaze wavered a little, "Head, this is a third of us."

"If we are to lose so many people, our Three Ship's Eighteen Docks will suffer a great loss of strength." Zheng Hu was anxious.

"A great loss to our strength is better than a complete wipeout!" Cui Bong said.

Even though Qu Rong didn't explain further, Zheng Hu could tell from this that today was the end of the world for Three Boats and Eighteen Docks.

Zheng Hu knelt on one knee and said, "Head, I will lead my brothers to protect you. You can leave with the rest."

"No, I have other plans." Qu Rong gently shook her head. "You can go. The brothers are waiting for you."

As she spoke, Qu Rong looked at the remaining elites of Three Ships and Eighteen Dock. From start to finish, they didn't flee or retreat. This was because their backers were their own brothers and their own gangs.

"Yes sir!" Zheng Hu, a seven foot tall man, actually had tears welling up in his eyes at this moment.

He wiped away his tears and said in a tearful voice, "Head, Zheng Hu will definitely not make you lose face."

"Zheng Hu went!" Zheng Hu hefted his large saber and stepped out of the main entrance of the Eighteen Docks.

"Go. If there's a next life, we can be brothers again." Cui Banyan said to Zheng Hu.

"Hahaha." Zheng Hu laughed loudly, "Then we'll be brothers."

"Brothers of the Shijiu boat, come with me. Let them know that our Sansui Dock is not a sheep that can be slaughtered by others!"

Just as he finished speaking, Zheng Hu rushed into the arena and brandished his broadsword in a fierce and powerful manner.

Behind him, the elites of Three Boats and Eighteen Docks filed out and joined the battle. Once again, the two sides were in balance.

Seeing that Zheng Hu had left, Cui Rong didn't stop and continued to instruct, "Yan Xi, are you there?"

In the shadows beside him, a female assassin wrapped in black clothes suddenly appeared. It was the female assassin who had tried to assassinate Yang Muyun in the Chen-Han City, Mu Yanxi.

"Come with me." Cui Banyan said mysteriously.

Mu Yanxi immediately moved closer to her sister's ear. After hearing her words, her expression changed, as though she was struggling with something.

"What, not obeying orders?" Cui Rong said while looking at Mu Yanxi's expression.

"I don't dare!" "However, you can do this …" Mu Yanxi also shed tears.

"There's no need to speak any further. The fault I've committed must be repaid by myself in the end." Qu Rong sighed, "Go complete this task."

"Yes sir!" "Yes." Mu Yanxi replied and walked into the back of the crowd. At the same time, a group of people followed her to who knows where.

There were only a few elites left at Three Ships and Eighteen Dock. They stood behind Cui Rong, appearing to be rather frail.

"Brothers, today is the day of life and death for Three Boats and Eighteen Docks." "Stop!" Cui Bong shouted.

"We are willing to live and die together at Three Ship's Eighteenth Dock!" Everyone shouted.

"Alright." "You guys keep an eye on the brothers who are working so hard in front of you. If anyone loses, you guys go help them."

"I'll be leaving first." When he finished speaking, Cui Rong took a step forward and jumped into the 'battlefield'.

Boom! * Boom! * Boom! *

Sounds of explosions rang out as Hong Lei and Yang Muyun once again began to fight.

Their eyes were filled with killing intent, and their swords shone with a cold light.

The two streams of sword Qis whistled past, and even the people beside them were unavoidably unharmed.

With one move falling, when Yang Muyun launched another attack, Hong Lei had already launched an attack straight at Yang Muyun's weak spot.

Yang Muyun cried out that the situation wasn't good, but he was already unable to change his move. Hong Lei's sword was already close by.

"Bang!" A dagger that came out of nowhere bounced off the edge of Hong Lei's sword.

A ray of black light flashed past. Layers after layers of shadows, flickering in and out.

Hong Lei's move was interrupted by the sudden attack. He had no choice but to retreat a few steps before he could dodge.

After standing still, he took a closer look and discovered that it was Cui Rong.

Yang Muyun also looked at Cui Banyan, who was beside him. He was slightly surprised that Cui Banyan would save him.

"Thank you, senior!" In this life or death situation, Yang Muyun didn't forget his manners.

"Hur hur." "Stop pretending, I already know who you are."

Yang Muyun's expression turned cold, his hand holding the multicolored light became even more forceful, and all the strength in his body was mobilized.

"I'm sure you wish you could kill me now." Cui Rong asked softly, "Yang Muyun!"

"It looks like there was indeed a part of you back then?" Yang Muyun squeezed out these words from his teeth.

"If not, I'll be excited." "Time is of the essence, so I won't waste any more time with you."

"Based on today's situation, I'm afraid that after today, Three Ships and Eighteen Docks will be removed from the martial arts world." "Even if it still exists, it will only be a small, unpopular fight."

"Now that the third boat's 18 docks have been destroyed, your anger has dissipated by quite a bit." Cui Bong asked.

"Humph!" Yang Muyun didn't answer.

"I know, but as long as I don't die, your hatred will never subside." Cui Rong nodded as she spoke.

"And if I die?" Cui Bong continued.

"What do you mean?" Yang Muyun's expression softened a lot.

"I mean, if you agree to one condition, I'm willing to die to comfort your father's spirit in heaven."

Cui Banyan spoke in a sorrowful tone, but Yang Muyun could tell that he was serious.

"What condition?" Yang Muyun asked.

"Take good care of Cui Cui for me." Cui Banyan answered, "I only have one daughter, so I hope she can live well."

"Don't live with hatred." Clang Bong shed tears.

"She'll hate me, you know." Yang Muyun pursed his lips.

"No, if you don't tell me, she won't know."

"Besides, I volunteered."

Qu Rong looked at Yang Muyun, "I only hope that she can live well."