Fang Shuwen was right. It was indeed too late.
The four large ships had clearly come prepared. They sped across the water, and in a matter of moments, had surrounded both the ship from Wuyan Island and Fang Shuwen's vessel.
Aboard the large ship flying a banner bearing the three words "Little Night Valley," a middle-aged man stood at the fore.
His gaze was locked on the large characters proclaiming, "Killer: Fang Shuwen." He walked to the bow of the ship, his eyes shifting to land on Fang Shuwen himself.
"You're Fang Shuwen?"
Despite the distance between the ships, the man's voice carried across the water, reaching Fang Shuwen's ears without impediment.
Fang Shuwen chuckled.
"Indeed, I am."
"So, the great Human World Demon God!"
The middle-aged man shook his head slowly.
"First, you destroyed Tingtiao Pavilion. Now, you've slaughtered everyone on Wuyan Island."
"Do you hold the Eight Forbidden Areas of the East Sea in such little regard?"
"You are mistaken."
