King of the Fairy City

"A slave who knows nothing about life and death!"

Feng Xiongchang was wearing golden armor and carrying a golden spiritual sword on his waist. He was sitting on his big mink chair. He looked at the deck with gloomy eyes, where his pirates and captive slaves were fighting in a melee. The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.

Every death of a prisoner meant the loss of a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, which made him feel heartbroken.

"Brothers, kill! Even if you die in battle, you will not be slaves!"

Among the captives, a prisoner in blue shirt shouted sharply, and with a spiritual wooden stick in his hand, he frantically smashed it towards a pirate holding a spear in front of him!

"Bang!"

The pirate holding a spear was stabbing an unarmed civilian prisoner through the chest with all his strength. Before he could take out his spear, he was hit in the head by the spiritual stick.

The pirate suddenly felt dizzy and had no strength to take out his spear, so he fell straight on the deck.

"Go to hell!!"

The captives who had just been stabbed by the pirate's spear were friends of the Qingshan captives, and they were all slaves who were tricked into coming to this ship. Originally, they had a close personal relationship, and during this period of time they shared life and death on the pirate ship, they were already brothers who treated each other with sincerity.

The green-shirted warrior was filled with anger. He knocked the spear pirate to the ground with a stick and stepped on it with his foot.

He didn't remember how many feet he stepped on, each foot was a force of one or two hundred pounds, and he immediately trampled the spear pirate into a pulp.

"puff!"

A dagger stabbed into the abdomen of the prisoner in blue shirt.

The prisoner in green shirt did not dodge, he spit out a mouthful of blood, held back the severe pain in his abdomen, and stared ferociously at the pirate who stabbed him in the abdomen with his red eyes.

The pirate holding the dagger felt vaguely that something was not good, but the opponent was hit by his sword. Although it was not immediately fatal, it was still seriously injured, and at least his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

Before the dagger pirate could draw his dagger, he felt his dagger being grabbed by the blue-shirted prisoner.

"Even if I die, I will still support you!"

The green-shirted prisoner grabbed the pirate's dagger and pulled it hard. A stream of blood spurted out, splashing on the pirate's face, and he bit him fiercely.

"What the hell! Why is his strength suddenly so great! It's obviously the early stage of body training, but he actually exploded with such great strength!"

The pirate's expression changed slightly.

A warrior who is not even in the middle stage of body refining dares to snatch the dagger from his hand even though he is seriously injured. This is simply asking for death!

"Go to hell!"

The pirate suddenly kicked him hard, hitting the blue-shirted prisoner in the abdomen.

"Hmm~~"

The green-robed prisoner groaned and was kicked nearly two to three feet away. The blood gushing from his abdomen sprayed for several feet.

"Finally freed...!"

The green-robed warrior closed his eyes, flew out, and fell hard on the deck.

"Hmph, you're trying to block a car with your arms, you're overestimating your capabilities!!"

The pirate waved the dagger in his hand a few times and glanced contemptuously at the body of the blue-shirted prisoner, looking for his next target.

The lives of the captives are like a piece of grass and can be wiped out at will. Who makes them slaves?

"Brother, wake up!"

The Qingshan prisoner died. Immediately, several prisoners gathered around him, shouting loudly and crying.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

Then, one of the rugged captives grabbed the spiritual wooden stick of the Qing-shirted prisoner and ran towards the dagger pirate with great momentum.

"clang!"

The short sword blocked a blow from the long stick, causing a string of sparks to strike.

"It does have some strength!"

The pirate was taken aback and quickly judged that the opponent's strength was roughly the same as his.

After a fight, the probability of victory and defeat is half.

This rugged man was furious and wanted revenge. In his rage, his strength was much stronger than normal. At the same time, it is also the time when a warrior is most likely to expose his vulnerabilities.

The dagger pirate didn't want to try.

Against such a rabble, victory or defeat has already been determined, so why put his life on the line for such a half chance.

The pirate immediately retreated, escaped into the melee on the deck, and continued to look for other weaker prisoners. Only when he faced weaker prisoners could he be sure of victory.

"Coward, where are you running?!"

Seeing the pirate trying to escape, the rugged man rushed over to chase him.

"A slave dares to be so arrogant and is looking for death!"

A deep, cold voice sounded from behind the rough man.

Hearing this, the rough man's hair suddenly stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine.

The big man wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

A black-clothed pirate thrust out his sword, and a white light shot through the air, quickly stabbing the rough man in the back.

"Bah~!"

The rugged man's clothes were torn apart and his sword energy was all over his body. He couldn't help but close his eyes in despair and wait for death.

"clang!"

A crisp sword cry reached the ears of the black-clothed pirate, and the sound was harsh. The concussive force coming from the sharp sword in his hand made the black-clothed pirate's arm numb.

He looked up suddenly.

A swordsman in white appeared, his white clothes fluttering, and he looked extraordinary.

Gao Jian saved the rough man, glanced at the pirate in black, and stopped looking at him. The pirate in black was no match for him at all.

On the battlefield on the deck, the prisoners relied on their numbers to barely resist the pirates' violent attack, but the defeat was already obvious.

The other warriors such as Mo Ling, Li Ruofeng, Lin Zhi, etc. also rushed to the most intense battle on the deck and joined the battle group.

The twenty or thirty warriors in their group were all those who survived the brutal battle between the island and the sea beasts. Whether in martial arts or joint attack, they were much stronger than the other captives.

Although they could not reverse the defeat of the captives, the casualties of the pirates began to increase significantly. Almost in a moment, three or four pirates were killed.

"This group of warriors should be the warriors captured on the raft a few days ago!"

Captain Feng frowned immediately.

These pirates were brothers who had been wandering on the sea with him for many years. This was more painful for him than the dead and wounded captives.

"These people are still quite powerful! Five native slave guards, take them down!"

Captain Feng snorted coldly.

To the side of his seat, five black-clothed warriors who were almost ignored by everyone were half-kneeling on the ground.

These five people were not his subordinates, nor were they ordinary pirates, but his "private property" slaves, descendants of East China Sea native slaves bought at a high price from a large family in Kyushu Continent.

These East China Sea native slaves have lived on the island for generations and are extremely powerful. After being captured by the warriors, they were sold to the wealthy families of Kyushu Continent, where the men became slaves and the women became maids.

The descendants of these native slaves also became slaves for generations, and were trained to be guards and servants of their masters at a high cost.

These native slaves were simple-minded and did not have many ideas, so they were very suitable to be loyal guards. Even if they became top warriors and peerless masters, they would not be like other warriors and have different hearts towards their masters.

"Yes, Master!"

The five native slave guards nodded and stood up. When they were still, they were almost unnoticeable. When they moved, a fierce murderous aura that only high-level warriors had suddenly rose to the sky.

On the deck, the captives suddenly changed color. Before, it was these five native slaves who took action, causing some of the high-level warriors among them to suffer heavy losses.