Chapter 520 - 233: Uninvited Guest

Chapter 520: Chapter 233: Uninvited Guest

The palm strike was weaker than the finger jab. The attacker had clearly held back, intentionally leaving the old Taoist priest alive.

The blow sent the old Taoist priest flying, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

"Who are you?"

An angry shout rang out, and the ship’s captain emerged.

Only after shouting did he see the old Taoist priest flying through the air, spitting blood.

His face instantly turned deathly pale.

The leader turned to glance at the captain. His eyes were as cold and sharp as dark stars, radiating a bone-chilling frost.

That single glance was enough to make the captain’s legs buckle, nearly sending him to his knees.

Seeing this, the leader shook his head slightly and seemed to sigh.

"A wasted trip... But, since we’re already here..."

He looked at the ship’s captain again.

"Bring everyone on your ship out here."

As he spoke, he walked over to the old Taoist priest. He pressed the priest’s acupoints with a flick of his finger, then handed him to a subordinate to be taken back to their ship.

When Fang Shuwen saw this, a theory had already formed in his mind.

’Those bandits from daytime were their men...’

’Are they here for revenge?’

’But if they were just here for revenge, they would’ve killed the old Taoist priest outright.’

’Why make everyone on the ship come out?’

’They’re... looking for someone!’

’Are they after Luo Shuqing?’

Fang Shuwen wasn’t certain... so he decided to ask, stepping out from the shadows.

His movement naturally drew the attention of everyone on deck.

Fang Shuwen glanced at the ship’s captain.

"Don’t call anyone just yet."

The ship’s captain could only stare in confusion.

It was no wonder he was bewildered; he had no idea who Fang Shuwen was.

The leader glanced at Fang Shuwen, also looking perplexed.

Sikong Cheng would have recognized Fang Shuwen, as Nameless Island had frequent dealings with the Eastern Domain.

But this group of men had no idea they were facing the Human World Demon God.

So the leader gave a casual wave of his hand.

"Kill him."

Immediately, one of the black-clothed men leaped into the air, his hand shaped like an eagle’s claw as he aimed straight for Fang Shuwen’s throat.

Fang Shuwen stepped forward without even glancing at the man, casually raising a palm.

BANG!

The palm strike landed, and the black-clothed man was instantly blasted to pieces, leaving only a pool of blood splattered across the deck.

Great Black Heaven God Palm—Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon!

This wasn’t Sikong Villa; Fang Shuwen didn’t need to be discreet about killing.

The palm strike had looked casual, but its terrifying result was almost unbelievable.

Judging by their words and actions, they were clearly here for the bandits from earlier in the day. Fang Shuwen felt no burden in killing them.

The leader’s pupils constricted violently, and his subordinates stared in utter horror.

But Fang Shuwen gave them no time to react. After unleashing Knocking the Mountain and Shaking the Demon, he immediately followed up with a horizontal sweep of his palm.

Unskilled Palm Technique—Broken Stream!

The Palm Wind was like a blade, gone in a flash.

Before the remaining black-clothed men could even react, the palm strike sliced them in half in midair.

There was, after all, a difference between a Palm Technique and a Saber Technique. Fang Shuwen’s Broken Stream was derived from a Saber Technique, but Palm Power was not as clean as Sword Qi. As a result, the men’s deaths were particularly gruesome.

By now, Fang Shuwen had already reached the leader.

He had killed them with casual ease, his steps never faltering.

He raised his right hand, striking at the man’s shoulder with the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand.

Though stunned by Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts, the man had no intention of surrendering. A dark gleam flowed from his fingertip as he jabbed straight for Fang Shuwen’s Danzhong Acupoint.

But before the jab was halfway there, Fang Shuwen seized his wrist. Without the slightest pause, his other hand hooked onto the man’s shoulder, fingers digging in.

He applied a bit of pressure, forcing him down.

With a THUD...

...the leader of the black-clothed men was forced to his knees, a dazed look on his face.

A breeze swept across the deck, lifting strands of hair.

But the ship’s captain only felt a chill shoot straight up his spine.

He didn’t know whether he was having the worst luck of his life or the best.

’Just what kind of people boarded this ship?’

’He’d thought the old Taoist priest was a master among masters.’

’But he was defeated with a single finger jab by the leader of the black-clothed men, sent flying and spitting blood.’

’He’d thought they were all doomed tonight, but then someone even more ruthless appeared!’

’He killed people with a flick of his wrist, as if it were child’s play.’

’The leader of the black-clothed men had such brilliant Martial Arts, yet in front of this newcomer, he couldn’t even last a single exchange before being forced to his knees.’

’This... what kind of god was this one?’

"You... Who are you?"

The leader of the black-clothed men voiced the question the ship’s captain had only dared to think.

Fang Shuwen ignored him, turning instead to the ship’s captain.

"Can we stay put for a while? I have a few things to discuss with this... hmm, uninvited guest."

Hearing this, the ship’s captain nodded his head so vigorously it was like a chicken pecking at grain.

He hurriedly said:

"Great Immortal—no, Great Hero... I mean, Young Master! I’ll prepare a private room for you. You can talk about anything you wish."

Fang Shuwen smiled.

"There’s no need for such formalities."

Just as he was about to lead the black-clothed leader away, he saw someone flying towards them from across the surface of the sea.

It was the man who had carried the old Taoist priest away...

Fang Shuwen glanced over, then suddenly raised a hand and crooked his fingers.

The man was approaching over the waves at an unhurried pace. He never expected to suddenly be pulled by an immense force. His entire body shot forward like a meteor, flying straight toward Fang Shuwen’s waiting hand.

SQUELCH!

Five fingers pierced through his skull.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Fang Shuwen tossed the corpse into the sea.

The ship’s captain watched, his whole body tensing up...

’This man who came out of nowhere... was he a god or a demon?’

Although Fang Shuwen seemed friendly, and he was only killing these uninvited guests...

...his casual ruthlessness and unfathomable methods still struck terror into the captain’s heart.

Fang Shuwen didn’t plan to interrogate the uninvited guest alone; he called Luo Shuqing and the others over.

The ship’s captain quickly prepared a quiet room for them.

Zuo Xuan looked at the mysterious black-clothed man, puzzled.

"Who’s this?"

Fang Shuwen clicked his tongue.

"That’s what I’d like to find out..."

Back on deck, he had already planted A Line in the man and sealed his Mute Acupoint.

Now that enough time had passed, he released the restrictions on the man and asked directly:

"Who were you looking for on this ship?"