"At last."
Shen Lian murmured under his breath. His figure flashed, becoming a streak of black lightning as he flew straight toward Sea Tiger's pirate fleet.
"Shen Lian?"
Sea Tiger stood at the bow of the flagship, directing the fleet closer. Seeing Shen Lian actually fly toward them of his own accord, he was first stunned, then a trace of viciousness flashed through his eyes.
Shen Lian stopped a hundred zhang before the pirate ships, standing atop a condensed Ice Spike. He looked coldly at Sea Tiger before speaking.
"Sea Tiger, have you thought this through? This choice will get every one of you killed here."
Sea Tiger lowered his head and glanced at the eight Title Douluo beside him—the city lords of the Four Cities of East, West, South, and North had all arrived, each gripping a weapon and eyeing Shen Lian menacingly. Then he looked at the densely packed pirates aboard the dozen-plus ships behind him. Nearly ten thousand elites, all veterans who had fought alongside him for years, held blades and axes in their hands, their eyes glinting fiercely. He raised his gaze to Shen Lian again. Though Shen Lian stood alone, the aura around him weighed heavily on Sea Tiger's heart. Yet when he remembered how Shen Lian had refused to let him relocate people and had cut off their plundering income, he could no longer suppress the rage in his chest.
"Kid, you're the one who left us no way to live!"
Sea Tiger slammed a hand against the railing and roared at Shen Lian.
"I only asked for some Soul Tools and some people, yet you refused! You even want to cut off the brothers' means of survival. Who's to blame for that? No matter how strong you are, can you really take on