Second-in-command Sang sniffed the scent of kerosene in the air and ordered with a sneer, "Don't actually set the ship on fire, the treasures on it are all ours, burning them would be a waste of our efforts."
"Yes!"
"Who's there!"
Sang Er's expression changed as he saw someone soar into the air and leap up high. He couldn't help but shout, "Fire arrows, shoot him down."
Xiao Li snorted coldly, grabbed a handful of powder from the bag, and sprinkled it down while changing positions by stepping on the heads of those standing on the ship.
"What is this?"
"What is this, a kid playing with flour? Overestimating yourself!" Sang Er grunted, snatched a broadsword from someone nearby, and tossed it at Xiao Li, who appeared like a youth.
But how could Xiao Li be easily hit by his throw. He was like a slippery snake, hopping from head to head, leaving a trail of powder wherever he passed.
"Fire!"
Someone shouted, and immediately after, everyone saw the water around them catch fire.
