“No matter how good-looking, he’s still a man. I want to play with his sister instead.”

“You don’t know shit.”

A group of filthy, foul-smelling sailors, all animated and excited when talking about such things.

Someone more tactful tried to curry favor, asking, “Are there any rules?”

Captain was a bald, red-faced burly man, wearing a worn leather vest with his bare chest underneath. Just sitting there, he looked like a massive lump, exuding authority.

He scowled and said, “Why the hell aren’t the big guys back yet? A few more of you go check. Don’t let anything fucking happen…”

“No need to check. Something’s already happened.”

Henry Clark answered from outside the door, then pushed his way into the cockpit.

Henry Clark kept his head slightly lowered, his long bangs covering even his sunglasses. In his hand, however, was an exquisite, elegant, crimson longsword still sheathed.

Mysterious, dangerous, and with an indescribable touch of the uncanny.

Though these sailors had seen a lot, they were all a bit stunned at the sudden sight of Henry Clark.

Before they could react, razor-sharp, blood-red sword light flashed and crisscrossed like a rainbow curtain, instantly covering the entire cockpit.

Chapter 11: Moved

“Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh…”

The Divine-Slaying Sword’s blade was incomparably sharp, slicing through flesh like a hot knife through tofu—wherever the sword passed, bodies were severed.

Henry Clark hadn’t brought back the power he’d cultivated for a hundred years, but the swordsmanship fused into his soul was never forgotten.

His Aurora Sword Technique had already reached the golden pinnacle.

Although his current physical level was low, his supremely powerful swordsmanship allowed him to fully unleash his body’s strength—and the Divine-Slaying Sword’s advantages as well.

Every reaction, movement, and even the thoughts of Captain and the others were all vividly clear in Henry Clark’s mind, thanks to the Six-Winged Celestial Cicada’s perception.

In truth, these sailors were nothing but a loose mob.

Faced with sudden change, they had no organization at all—some tried to fight back, some tried to run, all in chaos.

Henry Clark didn’t even need to analyze their actions; he simply drew his sword and struck.

The Divine-Slaying Sword was actually intangible, and with its unique properties, it could move at unbelievable speed. The Aurora Sword Technique was even famed as the fastest sword art.

Henry Clark would rather give up his eyes than the Divine-Slaying Sword, precisely because it was the best fit for the Aurora Sword Technique.

Severed limbs and bodies filled the cockpit with a thick stench of blood.

In just 0.1 seconds, he struck thirteen times. Most of the sailors hadn’t even reacted before they were cut down and killed by the Divine-Slaying Sword.

Lying amid a pile of body parts, Captain was still alive. His bull-like eyes stared fixedly at Henry Clark, his face full of shock and terror.

All of them actually had guns, but they were slaughtered before they could even draw them.

The opponent’s swordsmanship was truly terrifying, and that calm, casual attitude toward killing made Captain even more afraid.

Why had he been so stupid as to try to make money off this guy, even thinking of killing him!

Henry Clark slowly sheathed his sword, tilting his head toward Captain.

From this angle, Captain could just see Henry Clark’s closed eyes.

Even so, Henry Clark’s incomparably handsome face was unaffected, instead gaining an extra layer of mysterious allure.

Henry Clark was also perfectly clean, not a single drop of blood on him.

“Do you know why I didn’t finish you with one strike? Because it’s just too boring without an audience.”

Henry Clark said, “And after not having anyone to talk to for over ten days, I’m about to go crazy.”

Captain hurriedly shouted, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me! I can help you pilot the ship, even help you register a new identity.”

Since Henry Clark had smuggled himself from Northern Ocean Continent to Eastern Continent, he definitely didn’t have legal status. Captain wasn’t stupid—he knew his only chance at survival was being useful.

“This ship may be a wreck, but it does have autopilot. As for registering an identity, your channels are too low-end.”

The reason Henry Clark stayed on Pegasus Star was because he was very familiar with it.

Moreover, the overall source energy level on Pegasus Star was very low, which suited his current situation.

Some of the resources he knew about also matched his current circumstances.

So, Henry Clark planned to spend a few years on Pegasus Star, maybe go to college first.

Yes, for some special reason, Henry Clark absolutely had to attend university. This step could not be skipped.

Henry Clark said to Captain, “I didn’t originally want to kill you all, but you insisted on courting death, so I had no choice but to reluctantly act as heaven’s enforcer.”

Captain was filled with regret—why hadn’t he kept his eyes open and avoided provoking Henry Clark?

Henry Clark shook his head. “Just messing with you. Killing you isn’t about acting for heaven. Who am I to enforce heaven’s will? I just follow my own path and kill anyone who gets in my way. Besides, you’re a Spirit Race, so you have to die.”

A sudden green light flashed in both of Captain’s eyes, making him look like a demon—strange and sinister.

“What’s the point of putting on an act? Spirit Race parasites like you don’t deserve to live.”

The Spirit Race completely fused with human bodies; when the body died, the Spirit Race perished too. Captain’s current state was just him unleashing a mental attack at the moment of death.

Unfortunately, the Spirit Race’s mental attack was only effective against ordinary people. To Henry Clark, it was a joke.

The mental attack Captain desperately unleashed had no effect on Henry Clark; instead, he collapsed first. The green light in his eyes gradually faded and dimmed, and his breath ceased.