The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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But those eyes never left Yin Susu's face, which was contorted with pain.

Wang Meng turned his attention back to Yin Susu, lifted her chin, and sneered, "Speak, what is your purpose?"

"I want...water..."

Yin Susu's voice was hoarse, and her face, which was disguised as Zhou Zhiruo, had developed slight cracks and deformities due to the attack just now.

Now, anyone can see that she has a disguise called a "human skin mask" on her face.

Wang Meng laughed loudly, grabbed Yin Susu by the collar, carried her to the bedside, picked up a cup of tea, and gulped it down her throat.

Most of the tea spilled from the corners of her mouth, soaking her clothes.

"Say!"

He let go, and Yin Susu fell to the ground again with a thud.

Yin Susu lay on the ground, panting heavily.

She knew that at this moment, she was like a fish on a chopping board, and could be crushed into dust by this terrifying man at any time.

Her only chance of survival was to buy time.

If no news arrives by the appointed time, the Sky Eagle Cult will naturally come to rescue him.

"What are you saying... I don't know... I was just passing by..."

Her voice was weak, yet still defiant.

"Snapped!"

Wang Meng kicked her in the waist, sending her sprawling over with a piercing scream.

"Playing this trick with me?"

His voice turned cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Since you refuse to tell me, then I'll have to... find another way to get you to talk."

He turned to Zhao Min: "Princess, you must be curious as well as you, why did this woman come to find you, right?"

So... let's find the answer together.

After saying that, he strode over to Yin Susu and ripped open her outer robe!

"His!"

A sharp tearing sound echoed through the cabin.

Wang Meng easily tore open Yin Susu's outer robe, which had come from Zhou Zhiruo, as if it were paper, revealing a black, tight-fitting soft armor underneath.

This soft armor is made of a special material that is close-fitting and lightweight. When worn under clothing, it does not restrict movement and can withstand ordinary swords and knives.

"Oh, aren't you hot?"

Wang Meng sneered, flicking his finger lightly across the soft armor, producing a crisp metallic sound. "Looks like you came prepared!"

With a slight exertion of his hand, the seemingly sturdy soft armor was easily torn apart as if it were made of paper. Beneath it lay Yin Susu's snow-white skin, slightly undulating from the intense exercise and soaked with a thin layer of sweat.

Yin Susu was filled with shame and indignation. She tried her best to cover herself, but because her dantian was injured and she had lost all her internal strength, she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm.

She could only stare at Wang Meng with a venomous gaze, as if she wanted to etch his image into her heart and take revenge in the next life.

"She's quite a beautiful woman."

Wang Meng commented flippantly, his gaze lingering on Yin Susu's barely concealed cleavage: "No wonder she managed to sneak onto my ship; she must have used some underhanded methods, right?"

His gaze grew increasingly cold: "Now, you have two choices."

Either tell me honestly why you're here.

Either..."

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaningful gaze and the cruel smile on his lips were enough to send chills down one's spine.

Yin Susu knew that she had no other choice at this moment.

If she doesn't speak up, what awaits her is a torment more terrible than death.

She glanced at Zhao Min, hoping to glean some support or hint from her eyes, but Zhao Min's gaze remained as still as a stagnant pool, utterly unmoved.

"I said...I said..."

Yin Susu's voice was weak and hoarse: "I was ordered by my master, the White-browed Eagle King, to come... to investigate the truth about you, Master Wang."

Her words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating huge ripples.

Wang Meng's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives: "White-browed Eagle King?"

"The Eagle Cult, what did they send you here for?"

Fang Yanqing's usually indifferent eyes flashed with a strange light when she heard the words "White-browed Eagle King".

Her body tensed up almost imperceptibly.

Yin Susu coughed a few times, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, making her look pitiful: "My master... my master has heard that Master Wang's martial arts are unparalleled, and wants... wants to befriend you."

But I was worried you might be hostile, so I was sent first... to scout ahead.”

"fart!"

Wang Meng sneered, "Still not telling the truth!"

Yin Susu knew that this clumsy lie would not fool Wang Meng at all.

But her goal was merely to buy time. Once the Sky Eagle Cult disciples outside, who were responsible for providing backup, saw that she hadn't sent the signal on time, they would definitely come to her rescue.

"I...I was just ordered to investigate the situation on the ship, and I happened to see this girl being held here, so I thought..."

"Yin Tianzheng, who is he to you?"

Just then, a beautiful Taoist nun suddenly walked over!

Chapter 66: Now, does Zhang Wuji have to call me father?

On the Yangtze River, the setting sun casts a golden glow as twilight descends.

Wang Meng's massive fleet, consisting of over a hundred giant ships, slowly passed through Jinchuan Gate and entered the waters of Jiangning Prefecture.

The docks of Jiangning Prefecture were as bustling as ever, with the shouts of porters, the cries of vendors, and the laughter and curses of boatmen all mixed together, creating a vibrant and lively scene.

However, amidst the cacophony of background noise, several pairs of eyes remained fixed like hawks, their gazes locked on the most magnificent and heavily guarded warship in the fleet.

Three men dressed as porters were squatting in an inconspicuous corner of the dock, with several empty carrying poles and hemp ropes in front of them, seemingly taking a break and chatting.

But beneath their seemingly relaxed demeanor lie muscles as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, and in the exchange of glances, there is a gravity and anxiety that others cannot fathom.

The leader was named Li Tianheng, a branch leader of the Ruijin Hall of the Tianying Sect. He was a calm and experienced man.

He appeared to be idly poking at the pebbles on the ground with a straw stick, but in reality, his peripheral vision never left the top deck of the multi-story ship.

According to the plan, after Miss Yin Susu sneaks into the ship, regardless of whether she succeeds or fails, she should send a signal with a specific hand gesture from a window on the east side of the top floor before sunset.

Success is one gesture, while being blocked or needing assistance is another.

But now, the last rays of the sun have been completely swallowed up by the western horizon, and a hazy mist has risen from the river, yet there is still no movement from that window.

Deathly silence.

As the light faded, Li Tianheng's heart sank deeper and deeper.

He knew something was wrong.

With the young lady's quick wit and skill, there is absolutely no way she could have made such a serious mistake.

The only explanation is that she has been discovered, or even... fallen into enemy hands.

He slowly snapped the straw in his hand, and the two followers beside him immediately sensed the resolute aura emanating from him, their expressions instantly turning grim.

"Can't wait any longer."

Li Tianheng's voice was extremely low, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "A direct attack would be tantamount to suicide. The ship is full of experts, and our manpower is not enough to fill their teeth. Send the message back to the main altar and ask the leader for a decision!"

One of the lean men nodded, stood up without a word, and mingled into the bustling crowd, walking quickly in one direction into the city.

His mission was to go to a secret contact point in the city and release the carrier pigeons that had been prepared beforehand.

Li Tianheng and his remaining subordinate stayed where they were.

Their task immediately changed from "rescuing" to "monitoring".

A river breeze blew by, carrying the chill of moisture. In the deepening darkness of the night, Li Tianheng's eyes became as deep and dangerous as a wolf's.

...At this moment, inside the top deck of the ship they were staring at, the atmosphere had frozen to a freezing point.

Yin Susu's weak and feeble explanation was interrupted by a voice as cold as iron.

"Yin Tianzheng, who is he to you?"

Fang Yanqing moved gracefully and slowly walked over.

With each step she took, the wooden deck seemed to groan, and the murderous intent in the air grew stronger.

She didn't look at Wang Meng, nor did she pay attention to Zhao Min in the corner. Her phoenix eyes, burning with hatred, were fixed on the woman on the ground, who was disheveled but still stubborn.

This name was like a key, instantly unlocking Fang Yanqing's long-sealed, most painful memories.

The once aloof and indifferent face of the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun could no longer be maintained; instead, it was replaced by an almost distorted expression, a mixture of hatred and sorrow.

"Sky Eagle Cult".

Hmph, what a fine Sky Eagle Cult!

It's nothing more than a stray dog ​​that split off from the Ming Cult!

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating, each word like a poisoned ice spike: "The martial arts style you use is mixed and impure, with traces of the Kunlun School and also mixed with moves from the Kongtong School, but the foundation of your lightness skill is the Ming Cult's ghostly footwork."

The skin on the inside of your wrist is slightly rougher than other parts of your body; that's a mark left from years of practicing the "Eagle Claw Grappling Hand."

Do you still want to make excuses?

"A demonic witch!"

Yin Susu was shocked, and her face turned deathly pale instantly.

She never expected that the beautiful Taoist nun would have such sharp eyes, revealing her true colors with just a few glances and a few words.