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"You haven't provoked me, but you absolutely should not have touched Huaxia," Jiang Chen said slowly. His calm tone carried an air of dominance that stirred the blood of the soldiers, Zeng Xianyi and Li Yang.
"We haven't interfered with Huaxia; we merely wish to unify the world under the Witch Clan. As for martial matters, I hope Mr. Jiang won't involve national interests," Luo Baihao replied with a frown, surprised by Jiang Chen's evident patriotism.
"Since you've already interfered, there's no need for further explanations. You have two choices before you: take your own life or let me do it. Choose one," Jiang Chen said casually while sipping his tea.
Jiang Chen offered no escape for Luo Baihao; his domineering and merciless words severed any possibility of reconciliation.
"You speak so arrogantly! Don't think there’s no one in this world who can deal with you," Luo Baihao retorted furiously, unleashing a powerful aura that shattered the top of the boat. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and light rain began to fall.
"Indeed, no one can deal with me," Jiang Chen replied with a smile, then flicked his fingers, sending a wave of energy toward Luo Baihao.
With a loud bang, Luo Baihao was sent flying, landing over a hundred meters away on the river's surface before stabilizing himself.
Jiang Chen stood up, stepping into the air as if climbing a heavenly ladder, rising into the sky. The boat continued downstream, quickly distancing itself from him. After maintaining a distance of about a hundred feet, Liao Yangmai finally brought the boat to a stop in a calm section of water.
In the darkness of night, it was nearly impossible to see Jiang Chen.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt tore through the sky like a spider's web, followed by rolling thunder echoing in the heavens as heavy rain poured down.
The people on the boat craned their necks to look around; however, with the heavy rain and darkness combined, visibility was limited to just a few meters ahead, leaving them unable to discern what lay before them. This uncertainty bred tension and unease in everyone’s hearts.
Even Ye Xiaoying, who had absolute confidence in Jiang Chen's strength, found herself gazing intently into the night.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen hovered in mid-air, observing Luo Baihao standing on the river's surface. Luo Baihao hadn't expected Jiang Chen to strike so directly; he had intended for his subordinates to test the waters first. But now that Jiang Chen had made his move, he had no choice but to confront him head-on.
As lightning flashed and rain poured down heavier than ever, a cold smile crept across Luo Baihao's lips.
"Truly heaven is aiding me," he thought to himself with secret delight. His abilities were enhanced by water; with the torrential rain falling around him, it felt as if heaven itself was assisting him. In truth, those with greater strength often believed more fervently in fate.
To Jiang Chen, the heavy rain was merely a normal weather change; however, for Luo Baihao, it seemed like divine intervention that bolstered his confidence.
Jiang Chen noticed Luo Baihao's slight change in expression but paid it no mind. While Luo Baihao was indeed powerful, he paled in comparison to Great Britain's Blood Ancestor. Killing him would require little effort from Jiang Chen.
At present, no entity on Earth could match Jiang Chen's strength unless nations resorted to nuclear weapons or if the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm were to open its gates. Of course, even nuclear weapons would eventually become ineffective against him given enough time.
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