Fang Shuwen took a little while to go through all the ships, killing everyone left alive.
When he returned, he saw Jin Yuheng sitting on the deck, his face ashen, with a huge bump on his head.
Fang Shuwen found this amusing.
"You've... certainly got a prominent feature there. Truly out of the ordinary. A pity you're about to die. Otherwise, you might have had a great future ahead of you."
Jin Yuheng looked at Fang Shuwen, his pupils contracting erratically. His gaze was filled with far too many complex emotions.
It was this unbelievably young man who had disabled his Blood Shadow Seven Extremes Sword in a single move and captured him so easily...
And while sitting here, he not only had to endure Daoist Wuyi's taunts and gloating.
He also had to watch as Fang Shuwen slaughtered his men one by one, as if butchering chickens.
He had never in his life seen someone with such high-level Martial Arts.
