Chapter 544 - 241: Who in the World?
Chapter 544: Chapter 241: Who in the World?
The men gathered around him were blown to bits, their bodies torn apart by the explosive burst of Inner Strength.
An icy chill instantly gripped the heart of the young man in white.
For only the second time in his life, he felt an immense sense of dread.
Especially when the young man’s gaze suddenly fell upon him.
That dread immediately skyrocketed to its peak.
Behind the young man was an endless tide of blood, a vast crimson ocean where countless corpses bobbed and sank.
As the man’s gaze deepened, the roiling sea of blood seemed to transform into a torrential flood, a monstrous wave crashing down upon him!
Killing intent!
Killing intent!!
An inescapable killing intent!!
The young man in white felt as if an invisible hand were wrapped around his neck.
The terrifying killing intent enveloped him completely, making it difficult to breathe, impossible to move...
’I’m going to die!!’
As the thought surfaced, he flailed wildly like a drowning man. But in a blur, the young man and woman who had been so far away were suddenly right in front of him.
’And me... My body isn’t under my control. The Inner Strength I’ve spent over a decade painstakingly cultivating feels like a complete sham.’
It offered no resistance whatsoever.
His feet scraped along the ground, dragging him through the river of blood and straight toward the man.
’The moment he attacks... I won’t even have the strength to resist!’
"No! No!!!"
Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the young man in white. On the verge of death, he cried out in desperation:
"I’m not from Black Island!!"
SNAP!
The hand that had been descending toward his head suddenly clasped his shoulder. A slightly surprised voice reached his ears:
"Then who are you?"
The voice held barely any killing intent. It was clear, as if killing so many people hadn’t tainted his heart in the slightest.
So clear, in fact, that it was as if the mountain of corpses and sea of blood he had just witnessed had all been a hallucination.
’This man... can completely control his murderous aura?’
’Is it just a tool for him to kill, something he isn’t swayed by in the least?’
The thought flashed through the mind of the young man in white, and he hurriedly spoke:
"I am Suhe Chen, the Young Pavilion Master of Tingtiao Pavilion!"
"...Tingtiao Pavilion?"
The young man’s voice was tinged with confusion.
"What are people from Tingtiao Pavilion doing here?"
Suhe Chen quickly explained:
"Some disciples of Tingtiao Pavilion discovered traces of Black Island. After they sent word, all contact was lost."
"I came here in search of them."
"I apologize for disturbing you... Please, forgive my intrusion!"
Fang Shuwen grimaced. This was turning into a real headache.
’The Eight Forbidden Lands of the East Sea... I knew I’d have to run into these guys sooner or later, but I didn’t think it would be this soon.’
’Come to think of it, how many days have I even been in the East Sea? I haven’t had a single day of peace, and now I’ve run into Tingtiao Pavilion...’
’I wanted to enter the East Sea discreetly, but it looks like that’s going to be difficult.’
After a moment of silence, Fang Shuwen looked at the panic on Suhe Chen’s face and slowly released his grip.
It was true that the Eight Forbidden Lands seemed to have some scheme involving Luo Shuqing.
They spoke of protecting her, but in reality, who knew what they were truly thinking?
Still, as it stood, Fang Shuwen had no proof that they actually harbored ill intentions.
His reason for coming to Black Island was perfectly legitimate.
It was an unfortunate coincidence, but without a good reason, Fang Shuwen couldn’t just kill the man.
At this thought, an idea suddenly struck him:
"Where’s your ship?"
Suhe Chen froze for a second, then said hurriedly:
"It’s on the shore."
"Quick, to the shore."
With that, he grabbed Suhe Chen’s shoulder with one hand and pulled Luo Shuqing over with the other.
He pivoted, his feet moving like lightning as he dashed straight for the shore.
’I told Zuo Xuan and the others to take care of all the ships on Black Island, but now another one has suddenly shown up... I wonder if they noticed?’
’Even if they did, would they dare to touch a ship from Tingtiao Pavilion?’
With this in mind, he moved even faster.
If the people on Black Island got their hands on a ship, trying to wipe them all out without leaving a single one behind would become much more difficult.
Suhe Chen hadn’t even processed what was happening. He just saw the scenery rushing backward. ’I ran for half the day to get here, nearly died the moment I arrived, and now I’ve already got a ticket back?’
But that wasn’t important. He couldn’t help but ask:
"Sen—Senior," he stammered, "those men... did you... kill all of them?"
He no longer dared to judge Fang Shuwen by his appearance. If he was truly this young, how could he possibly possess such Martial Arts?
But before he could get an answer from Fang Shuwen, he heard someone cry out in alarm:
"He’s catching up!!"
Suhe Chen managed to twist his head around. He had been facing Fang Shuwen, but now his back was to their direction of travel. When he looked, he saw the Black Island men, who had already been fleeing in a blind panic, were now in an even greater frenzy.
One man even ran headfirst into a tree, killing himself on impact.
He watched the corpse flash past, and his heart pounded like a war drum.
’What kind of despair could drive them to this?’
"Who goes there?"
Another cry of alarm jolted Suhe Chen from his thoughts. Before Fang Shuwen could respond, Suhe Chen shouted:
"All of you, make way! Don’t block the Senior’s path!"
The one who had shouted was a Tingtiao Pavilion disciple. They had been trying to catch up to their Young Pavilion Master, but hadn’t gotten far before they saw someone speeding toward them, dragging two people along.
One of the two people being dragged looked suspiciously like their Young Pavilion Master, which was why he had called out.
Now, hearing the Young Pavilion Master’s words and confirming his identity, they quickly parted to clear a path.
For a moment, they could only look at each other in bewilderment.
’Did the Young Pavilion Master make a friend?’
’Or has he been captured?’
With that thought, they cast aside all other concerns and scrambled to follow them toward the shore.
Fang Shuwen’s pace was far beyond theirs. He reached the shore in a flash, casually set Suhe Chen down, and asked:
"Where’s the ship?"
"The ship is right..."
He turned and raised his hand to point, but his finger froze in mid-air.
The Young Pavilion Master of Tingtiao Pavilion looked around, his face a mask of confusion.
He took a few steps to either side, then leaped high into the air to survey the area.
After he landed, his eyes looked vacant.
"Wait... My... my ship?"
"Where did my giant Tingtiao Pavilion ship go?"