Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Zhou Xian shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes: "Hey, why bother?" The sigh seemed to be wrapped in endless fatigue, slowly dissipating in the sea breeze. At the moment when Planck pulled the trigger, he was not in a hurry, his white fingers trembled like butterfly wings, and just a casual pinch, the whistling bullet actually stopped steadily between his two fingers.

The bullet was still scorching hot and emitting a little smoke, but Zhou Xian's fingertips were completely unscathed. Planck's eyes widened, and the madness on his face froze instantly, turning into deep shock. The air around him seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the waves hitting the hull made a dull sound.

Planck was still immersed in the astonishment of Zhou Xian catching the bullet with his bare hands, and his brain had not yet reacted. In an instant, a flash of white light appeared in front of his eyes, as if a very fast shadow flashed by. Then, he felt that the world suddenly turned upside down, and the deck under his feet seemed to disappear, and the whole world began to spin. He wanted to reach out and grab something to stabilize his body, but before he could raise his arm, he had already fallen into darkness.

Zhou Xian walked calmly and slowly towards Planck, who was lying unconscious on the side of the ship. He leaned down and lifted up the notorious pirate leader with one hand, as if he was picking up a weak chicken. Planck was a big man, but at this moment he had no power to resist and hung limply in Zhou Xian's hand.

Then, Zhou Xian tapped the deck with his toes, and his figure rose from the ground like a black lightning. With the wind whistling in his ears, he and Gangplank drew a sharp arc in the air and rushed towards Bilgewater. The moonlight sprinkled on his body, outlining his resolute outline, while Gangplank in his hand was like a puppet at the mercy of others. In this contest of disparity in power, he was completely reduced to the loser.

……

At dawn, the morning light had not yet completely dispelled the night's haze, but the tavern was already bustling with noise. The people who had not slept all night had dark circles under their eyes, but their eyes were shining with excitement.

"I'm coming!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and upon hearing that, everyone rushed to the door, poked their heads out of the window, and looked into the distance anxiously.

"That, that's Gangplank! He actually brought Gangplank here!"

The tavern suddenly fell into a dead silence, and everyone froze in place as if they were under a spell. Three seconds later, the crisp sound of a wine bowl falling to the ground broke the stagnation, and the screams that rose one after another instantly blew off the roof.

As the most feared pirate king in the waters of Piraeus, Gangplank's name could make the wind and waves in the entire sea tremble. But now he has become a prisoner - this news is more shocking than the most violent storm. Even the pirates who usually claim to be fearless can't help but turn pale and subconsciously tighten their weapons at their waists, as if the terrifying pressure is still lingering in the air.

"Step aside."

A female voice with frost exploded from the depths of the tavern. The crowd that was huddled together seemed to be pushed apart by invisible claws, and they subconsciously stumbled to the sides, leaving messy footsteps on the wet floor. The candlelight swayed violently in the draft, casting Sarah's tall shadow on the mottled wall, like a cold blade drawn from its sheath.

There was a dark halo under Sarah's eyes, like a night stained by gunpowder smoke, indicating the exhaustion of staying up all night. However, her back was as straight as a sword drawn from its sheath, and her pale face was flushed with a sickly red due to some kind of burning emotion.

Those autumn-water-like eyes were now filled with poison, fixed on the door - Planck, who was bound by chains in Zhou Xian's hands, had every inch of his skin burning in her hateful gaze, as if she wanted to turn all the past hatred into a sharp blade that could dig out the heart and corrode the bones.

"He's yours to deal with. See you at the dock after this." Before Zhou Xian finished his cold words, Planck was thrown hard onto the bluestone slab of the tavern like a rag. The chain made a harsh sound, scaring the rats in the corner to flee. Zhou Xian didn't even look at Sarah's trembling fingertips and bloodshot eyes. His boot heels left a half-circle of mud on the ground, and he disappeared into the morning mist without looking back, as if he was just throwing away a worthless piece of junk.

Sarah nodded mechanically, and a vague response came out of her throat. Her pupils were fixed on Planck's curled up figure, as if she wanted to carve every wrinkle of this enemy who killed her parents into the depths of her soul.

The grips of the two guns on his waist were already soaked with cold sweat, and his knuckles had turned blue and white due to excessive force. They were trembling slightly in the morning mist, like two vicious beasts ready to attack, waiting for the order to tear the enemy in front of them to pieces.

Two gunshots tore through the stagnant air, startling the crows on the eaves. Planck's burly body slammed heavily on the ground covered with wine stains and wood chips, and the dust and smoke that were stirred up rolled in the morning light.

Sarah's guns were still hot, and her fingertips were rubbing the triggers that were still warm. This legendary pirate king who had once terrified the entire sea was now a bloody silhouette, completely ending his bloody era. The tavern was as silent as a grave, with only the sound of waves hitting the shore in the distance, which seemed to be a dirge for this thrilling revenge.

The moment the gunshot tore through the morning mist, Zhou Xian's footsteps suddenly froze on the wet bluestone slabs. The sea breeze lifted the corners of his faded clothes, but the corners of his mouth spread out a meaningful arc.

He lowered his eyes to look at the dark gold runes flowing in his palm, and a flag covered with black mist made a hungry hum in his sleeve. He thought Sarah would cut Gangplank into pieces and use his blood to commemorate the souls of his parents, but he didn't expect that she would choose the most straightforward way to end it.

"It's a good deal for this old guy." His fingertips unconsciously stroked the patterns on the banner. The ghosts of the Shadow Island roared silently inside the banner. If it were him, Gangplank's soul would have been extracted long ago and refined into a soul in the "Human Emperor Banner" that would never be reborn, making him suffer for thousands of lifetimes under the extremely evil curse.

During the time on Shadow Island, Zhou Xiange not only researched the rules of death, but also tempered the black mist wrapped in a foul smell layer by layer using the ancient undead spells of the Magnolia Continent, and finally condensed it into a scarlet banner.

Every inch of the Human Emperor Banner was soaked in dark purple curse patterns, and the banner bones were forged from black iron condensed from thousands of years of resentful spirits. When the twelve soul-calling banner tassels fell, the screams of countless wronged souls could be faintly heard.

As long as the enemy's soul is included in it, the evil spirits from the Shadow Isles in the banner will swarm over like sharks smelling blood, devouring his soul and making the enemy suffer an eternal reincarnation that is more terrifying than death.

"The Human Emperor Banner is missing a main soul. This Gangplank is quite suitable."

But Zhou Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, the shadow of the flag in his sleeve moved slightly, his throat rolled, and he twisted the spell pattern on the flag with his fingertips. The Human Emperor Flag in his sleeve trembled, and a phantom escaped into the flag. Zhou Xian just cast his gaze at the surging waves in the distance, and his black sleeves rustled when he turned around.

(End of this chapter)