Chapter 533 - 238: Black Island’s Plot

Chapter 533: Chapter 238: Black Island’s Plot

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.

Jin Yuheng had already figured out Fang Shuwen’s plan. A man with his level of Martial Arts, who had deliberately left a Black Guard leader alive...

He must be planning a trip to Black Island.

Jin Yuheng took a deep breath.

"Who in the world are you?"

Fang Shuwen’s reputation was indeed formidable. The name "Human World Demon God" had long since become infamous.

But people had only heard the name, never seen the man.

And no one would have expected that he, the Human World Demon God, would sneak his way to the East Sea.

Otherwise, his arrival would have surely caused a much greater stir.

For this reason, Jin Yuheng didn’t recognize Fang Shuwen at all.

Although he had a vague suspicion, a guess wasn’t proof. He had to ask.

At the very least, he needed to know who had captured him.

Speaking of which, Daoist Wuyi also looked at Fang Shuwen, clearly just as eager to know his identity.

Although they had sparred the previous night, he, as the loser, had all his secrets exposed, yet he still knew nothing about Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen didn’t answer, instead glancing at Jin Yuheng’s arm.

One of his arms had been shattered by Fang Shuwen, and the other was now in a terrifying state.

The skin, muscle, and bone had taken on a translucent appearance, revealing a blood-red interior.

The blood wasn’t just flowing through his veins; it was seeping into the muscle tissue, continuously eroding his flesh.

It was as if it wasn’t blood, but a type of poison.

This condition wasn’t just spreading across his arm; it had likely spread throughout his entire body, sparing only his heart because Fang Shuwen had temporarily sealed his acupoints, preventing the "demon blood" from infecting it.

"Truly worthy of being called a Demon Technique."

Fang Shuwen shook his head slightly.

"I didn’t kill you just so you could sit here and question my origins.

"I have a question for you... Who does Black Island answer to?"

Jin Yuheng was taken aback.

"What do you mean by that? Black Island is Black Island. It has never belonged to anyone."

Fang Shuwen stared intently at Jin Yuheng, as if trying to determine whether he was telling the truth.

The reason he asked was that he still remembered Sikong Cheng saying he was on the side of ’Emperor Guixu’.

The powers in the East Sea were a tangled web. Even factions that seemed completely unrelated could be secretly allied or even be forces cultivated in the shadows by certain individuals.

Black Island’s nine leaders had gathered a horde of monsters and freaks.

Although they could be considered powerful, this group was neither strong enough to shake the Eight Forbidden Lands nor likely a threat to the Four Saints of the East Sea.

If word of their activities got out, a large crowd from the Heroic Dao would undoubtedly swarm them like they were a dungeon to be cleared.

Yet, to this day, Black Island remained largely unknown.

This was because they weren’t very active; it was almost as if they were intentionally hiding themselves.

If you were to say they simply planned to hole up and live a quiet life, it wouldn’t explain why they’d caused such a commotion. And why gather so many sea bandits just to live peacefully?

Even a three-year-old wouldn’t believe that.

But if this group had organized on their own, intending to give the Jianghu a "little shock," they would surely have to be causing trouble.

Their current posture was inconsistent with their nature and contradicted their original purpose.

Unless someone was holding them back, preventing them from acting rashly.

And when considering this, the first people Fang Shuwen thought of were Emperor Guixu, Taishi Cheng, and that eldest son of the Taishi family whose specific name he didn’t know.

After all, they had popped up right after Sikong Cheng’s death. It was hard not to connect them.

Daoist Wuyi also fixed his gaze on Jin Yuheng’s face, seemingly trying to find the truth behind the scenes in his expression.

Jin Yuheng’s expression remained unchanged as he quietly watched Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen didn’t mind, meeting his gaze in silence.

Daoist Wuyi was getting impatient.

"Can you two stop staring at each other? Say something... You’re making this Daoist Master so anxious I need to use the latrine.

"Kid, don’t you have a way to make people talk?

"Use it on him."

Fang Shuwen glanced at the old Daoist but didn’t speak.

’A Line can indeed force someone to talk, but the problem is, this man’s body probably can’t withstand its power anymore. His Blood Shadow Seven Extremes Sword has already inflicted extreme trauma on his body. My own strike wasn’t easy to take, either. Not only did it shatter his sword shadow, but it also broke one of his arms.’

If Fang Shuwen hadn’t held back, wanting to leave him alive, it would have been a simple matter to kill him with the force of the blow.

However, besides A Line, Fang Shuwen was not without other methods.