The Great Swordsman: Zhu Hu

The route home took them past the Ramming Horn Pirates' base.

When their ship reached it, Long Ye saw a grim sight.

The captain had not been boasting in his letter. A large ship had indeed been cut clean in two, its bow jutting upward as it teetered on the brink of sinking.

On another large ship beside the wreck stood an unusually burly man. A white fur cloak hung from his shoulders, and he held an oversized Samurai Sword.

He was enormous, an outlier even among men. Long Ye guessed he stood well over two and a half meters tall.

The man stood alone and proud. All around him, people knelt across the deck, with the captain of the Ramming Horn Pirates kneeling directly before him.

Long Ye laughed at the sight.

"Come on, why are you kneeling to someone again?" he teased.

The captain looked ready to cry. After waiting and waiting, the man he needed had finally arrived.

The "giant" beside him had threatened to kill everyone unless he brought back the person who held the Thunder God Sword. With their lives at stake, the captain had sent the letter and slipped in a provocation for good measure.

"My lord, I don't want to kneel either, but I had no choice if I wanted to live! Please put in a word with this swordsman and ask him to spare us."

The captain wailed from his knees.

He was a king of pirates who had roamed the seas all his life. Never had he suffered indignities like these past few days.

What baffled him most was how Near-Kage Level fighters had suddenly become so common. One left, and another appeared right on his heels.

"You're the one who defeated Kuroha Jiyun and took the Thunder God Sword?"

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