Ye Jingyu merely scoffed, then delivered a direct kick to Sato's abdomen. The immense force, accompanied by terrifying True Essence power, blasted straight into the man's core, immediately tearing a bloody cavity in his gut. The sheer impact hurled him several hundred meters away, sending him crashing into the sea, kicking up sprays of water. Moments later, a school of great white sharks, drawn by the scent of blood, appeared from nowhere...

In the span of a few breaths, the grievously wounded Sato was torn to shreds by the pack of sharks, never even managing a single scream...

Watching Sato ripped apart by the great whites, everyone on deck gasped in unison, a cold sweat instantly prickling their spines. The way they looked at Ye Jingyu was now filled only with sheer terror...

“If any of you dare defy my orders, your fate will be the same as his... Do you understand me now...” Ye Jingyu swept a cold gaze over the crowd and gave a sharp, frigid snort...

“Understood...” Regardless of whether they agreed in their hearts, none of them dared provoke the formidable Ye Jingyu at this moment. They answered in hushed, terrified tones...

“Very well, you few. If you wish to keep breathing, get dressed immediately. From this moment forward, the daily care of these women will be your responsibility. If they suffer even the slightest harm again, I will personally carve off your flesh piece by piece to feed the fish...” Ye Jingyu spoke coldly, looking toward the few men still standing bare-chested...

“We understand, Senior...” Forcing these dozen or so officers to look after women who were meant to be their slaves was undoubtedly a severe slap to their faces, but faced with Ye Jingyu's absolute power and violence, they dared not utter a single word of protest...

“You there, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and throw these corpses overboard! Can't you see the great whites below are already fighting over one body?” Ye Jingyu roared at the stunned soldiers. The soldiers, their faces etched with fear, stepped forward to lift the corpses, moving them toward the ship's edge with grim expressions. Though selfish, these were still their comrades; now that they were dead, they had to be fed to the fish. It was impossible to feel nothing at all...

“You few, notify the sailors immediately to return to Kyushu. And you, take me to see that woman you were planning to offer to the King of Dongyi...” Ye Jingyu paid no heed to their expressions. He knew from Zhuge Yi Shi that the people of Dongyi were the most despicable nation—their defining characteristic was bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Showing them mercy would only be interpreted as weakness. Against such a populace, the best recourse was absolute violence and might...

Sato had been the strongest among them, yet he hadn't possessed the strength to fight back in Ye Jingyu’s hands. Furthermore, Ye Jingyu was more brutal and merciless than Sato. Their hearts were now utterly consumed by dread. Any notion of national faith or loyalty had long been discarded. Now, when Ye Jingyu spoke, they dared not resist and immediately began acting upon his commands...

The junior officer Ye Jingyu had called over walked ahead, trembling, leading the way. The others watched Ye Jingyu with reverence as he moved toward the ship's interior. However, Ye Jingyu's current appearance was rather... wild... disheveled...

“Senior, that young lady was placed in this cabin by General Sato. You...” After about fifteen minutes, the soldier brought Ye Jingyu to the uppermost deck of the three-story vessel, pointing to a cabin marked 'A'. His voice trembled slightly...

Ye Jingyu looked at the junior officer and saw him shaking uncontrollably, his face stark white, cold sweat dripping from his brow. He was instantly reminded of the expressions worn by the few Martial Saints of the Bai family when Dugu Ba Chen had arrived there that day. But they had been Martial Saints, and this soldier was merely at the Martial Warrior realm...

When will I achieve the strength that makes even Martial Saints despair?

He sighed internally, yet Ye Jingyu suddenly softened his tone. “Don’t worry. As long as you don't cause trouble for me, I promise I won't kill any of you. Once you deliver me back to Kyushu, you are free to leave...”

“Thank you, Senior, for your immense kindness, thank you, Senior...” Hearing that Ye Jingyu would spare them, the junior officer’s tension eased slightly, and he hastily expressed his gratitude...

“Alright, alright, stop with the sickly sweet talk. Tell me, am I handsome?” Ye Jingyu asked, casually running a hand through his messy hair...

“...” The cold sweat on the junior officer’s forehead immediately began pouring out like a faucet, and his eyes fixed on Ye Jingyu’s appearance...

A head full of tangled hair, a beard obscuring half his face, and clothes so utterly ragged that even his nipples showed through—this was handsome?

Of course, if the officer knew of a figure known as 'Brother Sharp,' he might reassess Ye Jingyu’s current look.

But he didn't know. In his aesthetic view, Ye Jingyu bore no resemblance to the word 'handsome.' Could he possibly say so, though?

“Handsome, handsome! You are the most handsome man I have ever seen, truly peerless, a singular great beauty!” For the first time, the junior officer forced out words that were utterly contrary to his desire to vomit...

“How can you say that? Actually, I once saw someone even more handsome?” Ye Jingyu said narcissistically, stroking his own beard...

“Ah, how is that possible? How could there be a man in this world more handsome than you, Senior?” The junior officer exaggerated his surprise, though the urge to retch grew even stronger inside him...

“Of course there was. That was me, a year and a half ago...” Ye Jingyu flamboyantly shook his messy locks, pushed open the cabin door, and strode inside...

“Pfft...” The junior officer could hold it in no longer and immediately burst into a fit of dry heaving...

Ye Jingyu entered the cabin and found it quite large, decorated with extreme comfort, hardly resembling a place meant to confine slaves. It seemed that even among female captives, the treatment varied drastically depending on whom they were intended to serve...

The room was spacious, with a skylight in the ceiling made of transparent crystal—a feature usually reserved for the high nobility. Beneath the skylight sat a large bed, upon which reclined a stunning woman draped in a white gauze dress. A maid stood beside her...

The moment the two women saw Ye Jingyu burst in, the maid let out a sharp cry, but the woman in white remained utterly calm, showing not the slightest reaction to Ye Jingyu’s arrival...

However, when Ye Jingyu clearly saw the woman's face, the look of shock on his own face grew even more intense...