Chapter 158: Killing Night Crow
Among the Black Coffin Emissaries, there was a strict hierarchy.
And Night Crow, as one of Riang’s core subordinates, firmly believed he was among the top ten.
Countless Demon Slayers had died at the hands of the Black Coffin Emissaries.
Most had long since learned to fear them like the plague.
But this one…
This reckless maniac had just charged at him head-on.
Fool. That ant death.
Tonight, Lord Riang was conducting a ritual here—no one was allowed to interrupt.
From the sky, a massive shadow plumted downward, stretching out a razor-sharp claw to et Chen Huai’an’s Blackscale Sword.
CLANG!
Sparks erupted.
Both fighters recoiled, landing on separate gravestones, locking eyes across the misty cetery—
Murderous intent surged between them.
With just one clash, Chen Huai’an imdiately sensed that this giant crow-like creature was no ordinary Black Coffin Emissary.
The last one he fought wasn’t even at Qi Refinent Stage.
But this big crow had easily blocked his sword.
That ant its strength was at least equal to his—or greater.
anwhile, Night Crow was equally shocked.
Beneath his black robes, his clawed hand had been severed at the base, blood gushing out like a fountain.
In all of C-Province, he was familiar with every Elite Demon Slayer, especially those in Tianfu District.
But this man—young, strikingly handso, and completely unrecognizable?
Impossible.
Was he an out-of-province reinforcent?
Or an elite from a noble family?
While the two stared each other down, the four Demon Slayers who had been blown away finally picked themselves up from the ground.
The two noble girls weren’t seriously injured—they had just suffered Qi disruption from the shockwave of Chen Huai’an’s Spiritual Qi.
But injuries weren’t the issue.
Losing face was.
They had just opened their mouths to complain—
Until they saw it.
A towering figure, clad in black robes, standing amid the dense mist.
A monstrous being, its face hidden behind a bone-white mask.
A grotesque beak-like mouth, its crimson eyes glowing like twin searchlights.
Standing just a few ters in front of it…
Was Chen Huai’an.
Compared to that hulking entity, he looked no larger than a child.
Their complaints died in their throats.
"Fk this mission."
The pink-haired girl visibly trembled.
"Let’s get the hell out of here."
The older woman, face pale, hurriedly nodded.
"Yes! We need to leave! Right now!"
The two Master-ranked Demon Slayers exchanged glances.
Though hesitant, they didn’t dare to abandon ship.
This Tyrant was their trump card.
If they were to retreat, they had to make sure the Tyrant ca with them.
But before they could move—
Chen Huai’an and Night Crow attacked at the sa ti.
A swirl of mist coiled beneath Night Crow’s tattered robes—
From within, countless blood-red ravens burst forth, shrieking as they filled the air, wings flapping violently and whipping up a stench of blood.
SHING—!
The Blackscale Sword left its sheath.
The blade glead like cold moonlight piercing through dark clouds.
But the mont it slashed through the flock of ravens—
It was snagged by thick, cloying demonic miasma.
"Excellent swordsmanship! Keh keh keh! But unfortunately—"
Before Night Crow could finish—
Chen Huai’an’s grip tightened.
He lowered the blade three inches, allowing the moonlight to glimr along its edge.
Then, in a flash of spinning wristwork, a whirlwind of sword energy erupted from the blade.
FWOOSH!
The entire flock was shredded.
A storm of black feathers filled the sky.
Night Crow staggered back several steps, barely dispersing the devastating sword intent.
His expression darkened.
"You can unleash Sword Qi?!"
"Keh keh… That’s not all I can do!"
Chen Huai’an mockingly mimicked the Black Coffin Emissary’s laughter.
His thumb pressed against the sword’s guard.
Though he stood perfectly still, his image flickered—
A low mist spread across the cetery.
As Blackscale Sword slid inch by inch from its sheath—
A dragon’s roar echoed.
Sensing the impending killing strike, Night Crow imdiately summoned a black coffin as a shield.
"The long winds and crashing waves will not stop !"
Chen Huai’an intoned the words like a poetic chant, running two fingers along the blade’s spine.
White dragon patterns suddenly etched themselves into the Blackscale Sword.
The Spiritual Qi within him surged violently, his sword trembling in anticipation.
"I will sail the boundless seas with my banners held high!"
As his words fell—
The sword flashed.
A streak of white light surged forth like a dragon breaching the surface of the water.
BOOM!!!
The black coffin exploded, its corpse puppet reduced to minceat.
Night Crow’s robes tore apart, revealing his curse-ridden pale flesh.
Desperately forming hand seals, he tried to resist—
Until he felt a searing pain in his chest.
Looking down, he found a gaping hole the size of a bowl.
The sword-wielding man stood ten ters behind him, casually twirling his blade.
"...This isn’t the Demon Slayer Bureau’s swordsmanship… Nor is it any noble family’s style…!"
Night Crow’s eyes bulged, his trembling claws frantically ripping at the rampaging sword energy still devouring his insides.
Blood gushed from his mouth.
"Who… who the hell are you?!"
With a grin, Chen Huai’an placed his sword back into its sheath.
"In short…"
"I’m an outrageously handso, terminally ill, world-class university student, also known as KSC-0, The Tyrant."
CLANK—!
The mont his sword clicked into its scabbard—
Night Crow collapsed.
The gaping wound on his chest widened, the sword energy burrowing even deeper into the earth, carving a deep abyss into the graveyard.
【Black Coffin Emissary slain. Acquired: Demonic Cultivator Fragnt x1.】
Chen Huai’an pulled out his phone and checked his progress.
Perfect.
This was how things should be.
Much better than that last guy, who had kept running around even after losing his head.
He liked enemies who died properly.
"Oi, 300,000!"
Chen Huai’an walked over to the four dumbstruck Demon Slayers, waving his hand.
"The Black Coffin Emissary is dead. Target successfully protected. Mission proceeding smoothly. Now—PAY UP."
"If you try to weasel out, just know—I also happen to be an expert in hand-to-hand combat."
Never again did he want to owe money to that cursed virtual girlfriend ga.
With zero debt, he could uncover every last demonic plot in Cangyun Realm.
Keh keh keh!
"W-Whoa… Tyrant, that sword technique was insane. Will it be taught in the Bureau?"
"I knew KSC-0 was strong, but one-shotting a Black Coffin Emissary?"
"Handso guy, sign my chest~"
The four Demon Slayers were shook.
Especially the two girls, who now desperately wanted to take Chen Huai’an ho.
A man this powerful and this handso was a rare commodity in today’s world.
"Signing your chest costs 5,000."
Chen Huai’an scribbled his na and grinned.
"Cash only."
"No problem, transferring now~"
"Handso, sign here too~"
The older woman turned around, throwing him a sultry gaze.
Chen Huai’an looked at the tempting sight before him…
But his eyes were filled only with profit.
Was that a peach-shaped backside?
No.
It was a stack of cash.
"Signing your ass costs an extra 10,000."
…
None of them noticed…
Night Crow’s corpse began to twitch.
And deep within the cetery…
Chains snapped.
A new horror was waking up.
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