A big bald head, big eyes, a big nose, a big mouth, big ears, topped off with a pair of enormous wind-catching ears, and a black beard on his chin braided into five little plaits—more flamboyant still, the ends of those plaits were tied with five tiny pink butterfly bows!
Lin Qi stood there, rigid from head to toe, unable to move. In the Black Tiger Family's castle in Dunkirk, he had seen this man's portrait before. Lin Qi's great-grandfather, the infamous pirate chief of the northern coast of the Western Continent—Pink Butterfly Lin Sanxiao!
A very flamboyant nickname. A very flamboyant name!
Those five tiny pink bows had made Lin Sanxiao famous, while his savage reputation shook the North Sea. The pirate chiefs and leaders of forces large and small in the underworld whom he had personally slain after three bursts of laughter numbered no fewer than a thousand.
Like the other elders of the Black Tiger Family, Lin Sanxiao had suddenly died of a violent illness after reaching the pinnacle of the Heaven rank, or else vanished without a trace during some expedition. There was a tomb for him in the family cemetery, his remains laid alongside those ancestors who had truly died.
Lin Sanxiao had left Dunkirk before Blackbeard was even born. At that time, he should have possessed strength at the pinnacle of the Heaven rank, perhaps with one foot already across the threshold of the Saint realm. Yet the aura Lin Sanxiao deliberately or inadvertently radiated now was astonishingly at the pinnacle of the demigod realm. Moreover, killing intent crisscrossed around him, and his bronze skin was densely covered in countless savage scars. Clearly, he had survived who knew how many brutal battles that had nearly killed him.
"Lin Sanxiao, your grandson dared to beat