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Chapter 109 The Dead End of the Corpse Collector
Chapter 109 The Dead End of the Corpse Collector
Under the sea.
Xu Hao stood at the bow of the boat, pressing one hand against the gunwale.
Thought transmission.
The bony spurs and fleshy tendrils on the bottom of the ship stretched out in the dim blue light, found the seam of the iron sheet, and plunged in hard.
Click.
The three-layered, thick ironwood planks were pierced through without even a sound.
Seawater poured in through the breach.
Han Gu was standing on the deck, keeping an eye on the battle situation ahead.
"Forget about the island, sink all of the Anchor Gang's ships for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the deck beneath his feet collapsed.
He, at the peak of the Inner Strength Realm, quickly regained his footing.
"It's leaking! The hold is leaking!"
The sailor scrambled onto the deck, but before he could finish his sentence, a thick, fleshy tendril pierced through the wooden plank beneath his feet, sending him flying along with his knife.
More and more bone spurs and fleshy tendrils burrowed into the flagship through the breach, entangled the load-bearing pillars and keel, and began to devour the timber.
The entire flagship quickly fell apart.
"My ship!" Han Gu's eyes were bulging with anger.
Seeing that the flagship was about to fall, he pushed off with his feet, stepped on a broken section of the mast, and leaped into the air, heading straight for a nearby escort ship.
The moment his feet touched the deck, a chill ran down his spine.
The water broke open, and white waves rolled in.
Xu Hao emerged from the water, carrying the Sea-Devouring Blade. Dark blue energy stretched across the blade, creating a dazzling blade light over three zhang long.
Han Gu had no choice but to take the hit head-on.
He squeezed out all the vital energy and blood of the peak Inner Strength Realm without reservation, and struck out with both palms.
The dark red, blood-red palm strike met the blade's edge in mid-air.
This was his signature skill, which he had used to dominate Shengzhou for decades. Even an ordinary cultivator at the Tongqiao realm would be severely injured by it.
The two forces collided.
There was no extra sound.
The dark blue blade light sliced into the blood-red palm force without even pausing.
The air shield was cut in half on the spot.
The sword's momentum did not cease.
The long sword cut into Han Gu's left shoulder, crossed his chest diagonally, and slid out from his right waist.
Xu Hao landed steadily on the deck of the escort ship, the tip of his knife pointing diagonally at the wooden plank.
Han stood still.
No blood flowed out.
The Devouring Sea Blade itself possesses extremely cold and yin properties. The moment it comes into contact with flesh and blood, the blood and vital energy around the wound are completely frozen and drained.
Han Gu lowered his head.
The shriveled body was shrinking at an extremely rapid rate; the already thin flesh clung to the bones, and even breathing was difficult.
His cloudy eyes darted around.
"After collecting corpses his whole life, he ended up being the one collecting them."
His voice was dry and hoarse, and every word he uttered was slurred.
As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body shattered into a pile of dry skin, leaving not even a single intact bone behind.
The Bloodstain Alliance pirates on the surrounding warships were all dumbfounded.
"The vice leader is gone just like that? He didn't even get a proper burial."
Xu Hao flicked away non-existent blood from his blade and glanced at the remaining warships.
"Don't just stand there, anyone who wants to die, line up."
Han Gu turned into a pile of withered skin, and the backbone of the Blood Bone Alliance was completely broken.
With their leader gone, the remaining warships were thrown into chaos.
The two ships that were close together had their lower decks pierced by the bone spikes protruding from the Zhenyuan, turning them into sieves and dragging them into the water along with their crew.
The captains of the remaining four warships were also shrewd men. Seeing the situation was dire, they slashed the crimson flag on the mainmast with their swords and knelt down on the deck with a series of thuds. The pirates dropped their weapons, their heads banging against the wooden planks with loud thuds, and cries for mercy rose and fell.
The Zhenyuan broke through the water and surfaced.
Chen Yuanzhi stood on the ship's side, clutching an account book in his hand, looking at the ship opposite him, muttering to himself.
"Three medium-sized warships, their waterline is still acceptable, they can be repaired and used. One has a cracked keel, it can be dismantled and used as timber—"
Chen Yuanzhi looked up at Xu Hao, who had just jumped onto the deck.
"Boss, these two hundred or so mouths to feed. Keep the able-bodied ones as laborers, but what about the old, weak, sick, and disabled? Killing them all would be too dirty."
"Take him to the island and let him hang out with the Salt and Iron Association."
Half an hour later, at the pier plaza in front of Cold Iron Island.
A sea of people knelt on the ground.
The remnants of the Salt and Iron Society, the surrendered soldiers of the Blood Corpse Alliance, and a group of mine slaves led by Zhou Si who had just crawled out of the mine.
The three groups of people were clearly separated, and none of them dared to utter a sound.
Xu Hao, carrying a black knife, climbed the steps and reached the abandoned gun platform at the highest point of the square.
Zheng.
The blade, tip pointing downwards, plunged straight into the iron cannon mount.
Dark blue energy poured out from the blade, spreading along the ground.
The sea breeze in the square was abruptly stopped by this oppressive force.
The Blood Bone Alliance leaders kneeling at the front felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on their chests, and they had to use all their strength to even breathe.
Xu Hao looked down at the room and said only three sentences.
"First, Cold Iron Island, from now on fly the flag of Megatron."
"Secondly, those who want to stay will be provided with meals and medicine every day, and if they make contributions, they will be allocated cold iron concentrate according to the rules."
"Third, those who don't want to stay, get out now. Leave your weapons behind and swim back into the sea naked."
After he finished speaking, the square fell silent.
Who dares to swim there? This sea area is teeming with hungry sea creatures; going in would be like offering yourself up as food.
A dozen or so breaths passed, and no one moved.
A rustling sound broke the silence from behind the crowd.
Liu Cheng, covered in dust and dirt, squeezed his way out of the crowd. He bent his knees and slammed them hard on the bluestone slab.
"Liu Cheng of the Salt and Iron Association is willing to serve the boss like a dog. I know the mine accounts and the island's defenses by heart."
This businessman is shrewd.
What's the use of holding onto a few mining shares if you're dead? Having a Grandmaster at the Tongqiao Realm as a backer is a unique deal in the entire Shengzhou region right now, so he knelt down willingly.
With a leader in place, the remaining Salt and Iron Society garrison and Blood Skeleton Alliance pirates exchanged glances and then all prostrated themselves on the ground.
"I'm ready to obey your orders, Boss!"
Zhou Si grinned, revealing his gap-toothed grin, and nudged Luo Meng beside him with his elbow.
"Brother Meng, our boss's rules are much more transparent than those of the Wild Waves Gang."
Luo snorted and stared at Xu Hao on the high platform.
"Work hard, or you'll starve."
Chen Yuanzhi added another entry to the booklet, casually circling Liu Cheng's name.
This old fellow is a master at accounting; it's perfect to have him as a laborer, saving him from worrying about a pile of messy accounts every day.
The sea breeze in Shengzhou has recently been tinged with the stench of blood; Hantie Island has changed hands.
The Weizhentian Armed Merchant Guild, Zhenshan.
In just three days, this title became a staple food for drinking in various pirate dens.
The Grandmaster of the Tongqiao Realm made a move, cleaving the corpse collector Han Gu into a pile of dried skin with a single strike.
With such a record on the table, who would dare to touch the tiger's whiskers on Cold Iron Island?
On the side of the Free and Unfettered Alliance, their leader Ye Piaoling perished in the Sea King's Tomb, and Luo Tianheng used him as a sacrifice in the Hidden Cloud Realm.
Ji Chen is now in charge, having reached the peak of the Inner Strength Realm.
As he listened to the report from his subordinate, the man fiddled with the account book in his hand.
He chuckled twice, closed the ledger, and tapped his fingers on the table.
"Fighting and killing only damage harmony. Since Cold Iron Island has changed owners, let our Golden Cry Merchant Guild go and offer our congratulations, and while we're at it, let's discuss some business." Ji Chen had a shrewd plan.
What Shengzhou lacks is both rules and opportunities; harmony brings wealth, which is the only long-term solution.
The Blood Bone Alliance has completely fallen apart.
Ao Zheng didn't come out, and Han Gu broke again.
The lower-level leaders fought like dogs in Skeleton Bay every day, vying for the top position, until their brains were spilled out.
There was only one thing that Xu Hao cared about.
Bone Girl is gone.
The woman with purple eyes, who had previously confronted the sea, along with her eerie aura, evaporated completely from the Shengzhou sea area.