Among the Black Coffin Users, there are also ranks from high to low.
And Night Crow, as one of the core Black Coffin Users under Liu’s command, believed his strength could rank in the top ten among Black Coffin Users.
Countless Demon-Slaying Masters have died at the hands of Black Coffin Users.
These Demon-Slaying Masters had long been terrified of Black Coffin Users like they were venomous snakes or scorpions.
He had never seen a Demon-Slaying Master dare to rush towards him so recklessly.
If that’s the case, then d*e!
Today, Lord Liu was practicing a ritual here, and no one must disturb him.
A massive shadow plummeted from the night sky, extending a claw to meet Chen Huaian’s unsheathed Black Scaled Sword.
Clang ——!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Chen Huaian retracted his sword and landed on a tombstone, as did the shadow. The two faced each other from afar, their killing intent palpable.
With just one slash, Chen Huaian felt that this Black Coffin User who resembled a giant crow was extraordinary.
The Black Coffin Users he had encountered before hadn’t even reached the Qi Refinement stage.
But this large crow-like Black Coffin User was different; he could easily withstand Chen Huaian’s strike, showing strength comparable to, or even surpassing, his own.
Night Crow stared intently at Chen Huaian, equally shocked. The claws hidden beneath his black robe had been severed at the root, bl**d gushing out like a fountain.
He had an impression of all the soldier-ranked Demon-Slaying Masters in Province C, especially those in the Heavenly Abode District.
This person in front of him was so young, with a very distinctive handsome appearance; he shouldn’t be unfamiliar.
Could it be reinforcements from another province’s Demon-Slaying Division?
Or perhaps a master from a prestigious family?
As the two stood off, the four Demon-Slaying Masters who had been blown away earlier had already gotten up.
The two girls weren’t seriously injured, only having their qi disrupted by the spiritual energy bursting from Chen Huaian. However, whether injured or not was a minor issue; losing face was the major concern, so they immediately wanted to confront Chen Huaian. But when they saw the cemetery filled with demonic energy, with a towering figure cloaked in black resembling a giant crow standing amidst the mist, and Chen Huaian standing not far from this strange man looking minuscule like a child, they immediately shut their mouths.
“Mommy! We’re not doing this mission anymore; let’s leave quickly!” The pink-haired girl, upon seeing the true face of the strange man, felt her scalp tingle — wearing a ghastly white mask, with a huge bird beak where the mouth and nose should be, and crimson eyes like two searchlights.
Could these two rookies handle such a monster?
Just making eye contact made their legs go weak.
“Quick, get us out of here immediately!” The mature lady chimed in beside them, her face full of terror.
The two master-ranked Demon-Slaying Masters exchanged glances.
Though hesitant, they didn’t flee from the battlefield.
This ‘Tyrant’ was the containment object they had invited, a powerful aid exclusively belonging to their Province C Demon-Slaying Division. Even if they retreated, they would have to retreat with the ‘Tyrant.’
They were about to move forward to help.
But Chen Huaian and the Black Coffin User had already acted simultaneously.
Mist swirled beneath the wide black robe, countless bl**d-red crows howling as they darted out, their wings flapping causing a foul wind to rise.
Clang ——!
The Black Scaled Sword was drawn.
The sword light was like a cold moon breaking through the clouds.
However, the moment it struck the flock of crows, it was entangled by a thick mass of demonic energy.
“Excellent swordplay! Heh heh heh, but alas ——”
Before Night Crow finished speaking,
Chen Huaian pressed down the sword tip three inches, the blade reflecting the cold moonlight from the skies. Spinning his body and flicking his wrist, a streak of sword qi spun like a fierce wind.
The sword qi tore through the flock of crows, scattering black feathers everywhere.
Night Crow had to retreat several steps to barely deflect the sharp sword momentum.
Upon looking at Chen Huaian again, his expression turned grim.
“You can actually emit sword qi?”
“Heh heh, I know more than just sword qi!” Chen Huaian mimicked the Black Coffin User’s sinister laugh, his thumb pressing against the sword guard. Though standing still, his figure seemed elusive, water vapor spreading around him. As the Black Scaled Sword was gradually unsheathed, the sound of a dragon roar could be heard.
Night Crow, sensing the impending danger, immediately summoned a black coffin to block his front.
“There will be a time when I break the waves!”
Chen Huaian recited, his fingers sliding over the sword spine. White dragon patterns appeared on the Black Scaled Sword, spiritual energy surging through his limbs and meridians, causing the sword to hum.
“Hoisting my sail straight across the sea!”
As the words fell, the sword light flashed.
Everyone only saw a white rainbow rushing towards Night Crow, resembling a dragon emerging from the water.
The black coffin exploded, the Corpse Puppet inside being shredded into powder by the sword qi.
Night Crow’s black robe burst open, revealing his pale body covered in incantations. Attempting to resist with both hands forming seals, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Unbeknownst to him, there was already a gaping wound the size of a bowl.
Standing ten meters behind him, sword in hand, he casually twirled the sword.
“This isn’t the sword technique of the Demon-Slaying Division, nor is it from a prestigious family!” Night Crow’s eyes bulged, his trembling sharp claws furiously tearing at the rampant sword intent in his chest, spitting out bl**d: “You, who exactly are you?”
“I… am Chen Huaian, known as Tyrant, a superlative college student who is terminally ill due to excessive handsomeness!”
Clack ——!
Chen Huaian sheathed his sword.
Night Crow’s voice abruptly stopped.
He collapsed on the ground.
The wound on his chest grew larger, the rampant sword qi continuing to drill downwards, creating a deep hole in the ground.
【Black Coffin User defeated, obtained 1 fragment of Demon Cultivator】
Holding An confirmed the k*ll progress with his phone.
Good.
That’s right.
This Black Coffin User was much better.
Unlike the previous one who could still run around after being decapitated.
He liked straightforward enemies like this.
“Hey, thirty million!” Chen Huaian walked up to the four stunned Demon-Slaying Masters, waving his hand: “The Black Coffin User has been dealt with, the protected target confirmed alive, everything normal so far. Hurry up and give the bounty. If you refuse to pay, your humble servant is also skilled in some martial arts.”
I don’t want to owe money to this electronic girlfriend game ever again.
Thinking about soon being debt-free, Chen Huaian secretly gloated. Once he had money, he’d release everything about what color underwear the mother of the demon cultivators from Cangyun Realm wore.
Heh heh heh!
“Wo wo wo, Tyrant, that sword technique was absolutely amazing just now, can we learn it at the Demon-Slaying Division later?”
“I knew KSC-0 was strong, but I didn’t expect it to be that strong. A master-level Black Coffin User was taken down with a single strike…”
“Handsome guy, can you sign for me? On the chest~”
…
The four Demon-Slaying Masters regarded him as a celestial being.
Especially the two girls, who couldn’t wait to take Chen Huaian back to their prestigious family. In today’s world, men who are both strong and handsome are rare commodities.
“Signing on the chest is fine, but your humble servant charges a fee.” Chen Huaian signed with a marker, grinning: “Five million.”
“No problem, I’ll transfer it right away.”
“Handsome guy, can you sign here for me too?” The mature lady turned around, giving Chen Huaian a seductive look.
Chen Huaian looked at the enticing scene before him without a flicker of emotion. His heart was set on money; was that a peach-shaped b*tt? No, too vulgar. That was a stack of cash.
“Signing on the buttocks costs an extra million!”
…
None of them noticed that Night Crow’s corpse was moving strangely.
Black bl**d seeped from the edges of the corpse.
The protruding eyeballs reflected a bl**d-red pillar of light shooting towards the sky.
From the depths of the cemetery came the sound of chains snapping.
Chen Huaian withdrew his hand from the mature lady’s curvaceous rear, his smile fading. His right hand hovered over the hilt of his sword as he frowned and looked behind him.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, seven bronze pillars wrapped in rotting flesh erupted from the ground.
On the central iron coffin sat a ghostly figure wearing a crying-laughing Nuo mask.
“Vermin of the Demon-Slaying Division! Truly persistent pests!” Liu’s nails scraped across the coffin lid, the metallic sound ringing so loudly it caused bl**d to trickle from everyone’s ears and noses. His gaze fell on Chen Huaian, and he let out a soft exclamation: “Tsk, so you come from a lineage. No wonder you could k*ll Night Crow.”
Chen Huaian’s wrist gripped the sword tightly, veins bulging.
The spiritual energy surrounding him clashed with the opponent’s demonic energy, generating pressure that caused the graves beneath his feet to explode consecutively. The four Demon-Slaying Masters were already sprawled on the ground, helplessly watching as the flying bones in the air formed bloody hexagrams.
Liu stood up, the Nuo mask switching to a crying face.
All the moonlight within a hundred meters was suddenly sucked into the bronze pillars, plunging the area into pitch darkness. From Liu’s sleeves emerged thirteen bone lanterns, each wick flickering with a strand of residual soul, illuminating the crying face to appear even more grotesque:
“Let this old man see how your lineage’s sword techniques compare to my Soul-Refining Corpse-Resolving Great Technique!”
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