Chaos and despair intertwined.
"BOOM—!!!"
A bolt of golden lightning, like a divine spear of judgnt, tore through the thick darkness that shrouded the west gate.
The light was dazzling and domineering, illuminating the entire ruined battlefield as if it were dayti.
Everyone instinctively squinted, peering through their fingers at the center of the light.
Surrounded by countless evil spirits, Yasuo stood suspended in mid-air.
Golden lightning swirled around him, his black hair turning golden and dancing in the air. The longsword in his hand transford into a pulsating golden lightning dragon, emitting a low groan.
How could he possibly resemble an ordinary swordsman?
He is clearly a god of thunder who has descended to the mortal realm and is in charge of punishnt!
"Slay the evil spirits with my sword!"
Yasuo lowered his head, his dark eyes turning into golden vertical pupils as he coldly watched the army of demons rushing towards him.
Facing these thousands of monsters—ford from fallen high-level professionals, with blue faces, fangs, and a foul stench—he showed no fear.
It has a kind of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against " spirit.
Yasuo suddenly swung his longsword.
There are no fancy moves, only extre speed and power.
"Sizzle—!!!"
A golden crescent-shaped sword aura, hundreds of ters long, swept out with violent lightning!
This sword strike will cleave this murky world in two.
The dozens of evil spirits at the forefront didn't even have ti to scream before they were vaporized by the high temperature and lightning, leaving not even ashes.
The sword energy continued its montum, crashing into the horde of ghosts behind it.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of explosions resounded in the air.
Golden arcs of electricity leaped and conducted among the ghosts.
The demons struck by lightning stiffened, then exploded from the inside out, turning into rain of blood.
Just one sword strike.
The once nacing army of evil spirits was largely wiped out!
However, the shattered flesh and blood of the demons did not fall to the ground, but instead began to writhe in the air.
Black mist rose from above the terrified crowd below, rging into the severed limbs and dismbered bodies.
To everyone's horror, the demons that had just been slain by Yasuo's sword reford their bodies within seconds!
Its aura was weaker than before, but its ferocious fangs and bloodthirsty eyes were even more insane.
Yasuo remained expressionless, his figure transforming into a golden lightning bolt once more as he plunged into the horde of ghosts.
Since killing once isn't enough.
Then kill them ten tis! Kill them a hundred tis!
We'll slaughter you until not a single trace remains!
However, at that mont...
Suddenly, Heiyama's figure appeared in the night sky!
He Tianpingshan suddenly leaped up, transforming into a gray death line that spanned hundreds of ters.
He gripped the demon sword with his withered, one arm, his entire being focused and concentrated on a single point.
This strike represented the pinnacle of his lifelong swordsmanship.
"Ultimate Technique! Heaven's Chains - Sky Severing!"
Buzz—!
A crisp sound of chains snapping echoed through the heavens and earth.
Yasuo felt the space around him freeze, and his body was bound by countless invisible chains, making it difficult to even move a finger.
Even the Thunder Seal cannot be used.
There's no way to avoid it!
Unstoppable!
This strike, once unleashed, is guaranteed to hit its mark!
"Die!!!"
Wada Hirayama's face was contorted, his eyes filled with the glee of revenge.
The gray blade of light, though lacking any earth-shattering force, carried an aura of annihilation, aiming directly at Yasuo's heart.
Where the blade passed, a fine black crack appeared in space, as if it were about to sever the sky as well.
It's getting closer!
Closer!
The tip of the blade was less than three inches from Yasuo's chest!
Even in such a critical mont, Yasuo's face remained calm.
The next second.
Under the horrified gaze of Wada Hirayama.
Yasuo's body, without any warning... disintegrated!
There was no blood, no pieces of flesh.
He transford into countless tiny golden electric currents, rging into the surrounding air.
Skill - 【Lightning Disintegration】!
This is a life-saving skill that Yasuo learns when he reaches level 50. It allows him to completely transform his physical body into elental energy, thus avoiding all physical damage!
"Wh...what?"
Wada Hirayama's sure-kill strike missed.
The gray, annihilating blade of light pierced through the phantom composed of countless golden currents, striking empty air and cleaving a distant abandoned building in two.
Yasuo, on the other hand, had transford into a pure golden bolt of lightning.
Warning bells rang in Wada Hirayama's mind, and a fear originating from the depths of his soul made him instinctively want to back away.
It's too late.
"Sizzle—!"
A piercing electrical sound exploded in his ears.
The golden lightning bolt did not stop for a mont, like a sharp sword tearing through the darkness, instantly piercing through Hetian Heiyama's body.
"Pfft!"
That wasn't the sound of swords piercing flesh.
Instead, it was a loud explosion as flesh and blood were instantly carbonized and vaporized under ultra-high voltage current.
Wada Hirayama's body trembled violently, and the crimson sword energy swirling around him was instantly shattered.
He lowered his head in disbelief.
He saw a fist-sized, charred hole in his chest, with golden arcs of electricity flickering around its edges and the sll of burnt at emanating from it.
Before I even had a chance to feel the pain.
The golden lightning traced an elegant yet deadly arc in the air before turning back.
In less than two seconds, the golden lightning bolt transford into a rciless golden needle, piercing through him seven or eight tis in succession!
He Tianping was caught off guard and had no chance to defend himself.
He watched helplessly as his body was pierced through and riddled with holes by the violent lightning energy.
The health bar dropped rapidly, to less than one-tenth.
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragnts of internal organs, and his body could no longer stay in the air. Like a crow with broken wings, he fell helplessly from the sky.
I'm getting old after all.
He is no longer the sword god of the Cherry Blossom Country who could cut down mountains with a single strike.
In addition, there were old injuries sustained in the battle with Kosuke Soma.
Even though his level is higher than Yasuo's, he is still no match for him.
With a loud bang.
Hetian Pingshan landed on the ground again, crashing into the ruins and stirring up a cloud of dust.
He suddenly coughed up another mouthful of blood.
This ti, he tried to get up, but he couldn't.
That one remaining hand also seed to be out of control.
My vision began to blur, and I heard a deafening roar in my ears.
Is this the end?
Wada Hirayama asked himself this question.
Then, a dashing smile appeared on his bloodied and mangled face.
It's about ti I ended this sinful life.
He was well aware that Kujo Hiroharu had committed nurous cris and acted in a way that was morally reprehensible.
He was well aware that Kujo Hiroharu even wanted to sacrifice the lives of more than 20 million people in Tokyo to resurrect that SSS-class ancestor.
Many nights, he would be haunted by the spirits of the innocent victims in his dreams, and suffer the pangs of conscience.
But he had no choice.
She could only stand firmly by Kujo Hiroji's side and beco the sharpest knife in his hand.
That was the mission passed down through generations of them and the Tian family.
It is also the samurai spirit—loyalty—that is ingrained in him and the Tian family.
Now, it seems ti to put an end to this foolish loyalty.
Yasuo's figure descended from the sky, silently standing on the edge of the deep pit.
He did not act imdiately.
Those [N O V E L I G H T] golden vertical pupils, which were originally filled with cold killing intent, slowly lost their light at this mont, turning back into a deep and calm pitch black.
Zhou Huai's consciousness has been transferred over.
He looked down at the one-ard old man at the bottom of the pit, who was barely alive, his gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.
Did you kill Lin Zhu?
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