bookcurios Chapter 150 Complete Subversion
Chapter 150 Complete Subversion
The Longyuan Sword suspended in the air sensed the cold murderous aura from its master. It trembled slightly and emitted bursts of sword sounds, as if ready to attack at any time.
"kill him!"
Yamauchi Hanao roared, his hands flashing with a faint light as he pressed them on his injured shoulder.
The wound that was still bleeding healed in an instant.
"Hack him!"
The Japanese soldiers roared in unison and rushed towards Lin Fan with samurai swords in hand.
"Xiaoqing, close your eyes."
Lin Fan spoke softly to Zhao Ziqing, trying to keep her away from the bloody scene.
"I'm not afraid. I want to face it with you."
Zhao Ziqing shook her head slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Okay." She replied softly.
Lin Fan said nothing more, simply wielding the Dragon Abyss Sword. Instantly, a head tumbled down, blood pouring out like a gushing spring, splashing in all directions.
Zhao Ziqing looked at the scene in astonishment, his eyes as big as copper bells.
How could the sword possibly carry out the killing itself, she wondered in disbelief?
As a person who firmly believes in science, Zhao Ziqing felt that his cognition had been completely overturned.
In the past, her grandfather had told her that Lin Fan's master had predicted that she would encounter a great disaster, but she had never truly believed it and only regarded it as superstition.
Even though Lin Fan had brought her grandfather back from the brink of death, she only considered it a miracle of medical skills.
However, the scene before her now was something she could not explain, let alone accept.
It seems that this world is much more complicated than she imagined.
An expression of unspeakable fear also appeared on Yamauchi Hanafu's face.
What kind of method is this?
Why is it so similar to the ancient Eastern sword fairy legend?
"Sword...Sword Immortal?" He murmured in a trembling voice, turned around and wanted to escape, not daring to confront Lin Fan head-on.
"It's probably too late to escape now, right?" Lin Fan's cold voice sounded in his ears.
Yamauchi Hanao froze, not daring to look back. He hurriedly threw a few small balls. Suddenly, smoke filled the air, and his figure gradually became blurred in the mist.
"Thunder." Lin Fan stared at the smoke and uttered an ancient syllable.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling flash of lightning streaked across the sky, the roar was deafening, and the smoke was instantly dispersed.
Hanao Yamauchi's figure appeared again.
call out!
The Longyuan Sword, wrapped in a blood-red light, flew quickly to the top of Yamauchi Hanafu's head.
The murderous aura released from the tip of the sword was icy cold and piercing, completely enveloping Yamauchi Hanao.
He looked up at the Longyuan Sword hanging above his head, his heart pounding. What kind of existence had he provoked?
"Lin Fan, my master..." Yamauchi Hanao tried to intimidate Lin Fan by bringing up his own master's lineage.
"Don't use your master to pressure me. I don't care about my background when I kill someone," Lin Fan interrupted, his tone cold. "Besides, Onitsuka Taro can't scare me. One day I'll go to your island country and take his head."
Hearing this, Yamauchi Hanao was completely despairing. He realized that Lin Fan actually knew who his master was!
"Who are you?" he asked tremblingly.
"Oh? You still don't know who I am?" Lin Fan looked at Yamauchi Hanafu and suddenly smiled. "If you knew who I was, you probably wouldn't dare touch my woman..."
"My woman..." Zhao Ziqing stared at Lin Fan's profile, an inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.
"I've always been a reasonable person. Since you're about to die, I'll let you die with a clear conscience, lest you die with regrets," Lin Fan continued. "Everyone in the martial arts world calls me—the Ghost King."
"Ghost King?" Yamauchi Hanao repeated the name in astonishment, his fear growing even stronger. "When the Ghost King appears, ghosts and gods retreat... Is this the Ghost King you're talking about?"
"Exactly." Lin Fan nodded, the smile on his face vanishing. "Now, you can go with peace of mind, right?"
"No..." Yamauchi Hanao's legs weakened, and he could barely stand. Hadn't the Ghost King disappeared years ago? How could he suddenly appear here? And even stand right in front of him!
"Lord Ghost King, I was wrong! Please let me go, I will leave China immediately..." He pleaded, trembling all over, as if he was in a bottomless abyss.
"A few days ago, an Onmyoji also asked me the same thing." Lin Fan looked at him calmly and said, "Guess what happened to him in the end?"
Hearing this, Yamauchi Hanao gritted his teeth, his face becoming ferocious. He knew he had no way out!
How could the dreaded Demon King, who had slaughtered the entire Kurosaki Clan so thoroughly, let him go so easily? He was simply a cold-blooded demon!
"Ah!" Yamauchi Hanao roared, his black and white robes billowing. Black lines quickly spread across his body, even covering his face. His eyes turned blood red, emitting a cold, faint light.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared out of nowhere and fiercely pounced on the suspended Longyuan Sword. However, the Longyuan Sword was blocked by the shadow as it was about to strike Shannei Hanao.
Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that this disciple of Onitsuka Taro did have some skills.
However, these abilities are not enough to save lives!
"Ghost?" Zhao Ziqing's eyes narrowed suddenly, staring at the ethereal, ferocious shadow in the air, her face as pale as paper. No matter how calm and composed she usually appeared, she was still a woman after all.
How could she not be afraid when facing such a legendary being? This fear even surpassed the panic she felt when the gun was pointed at her head.
"Don't be afraid, it's just an act." Lin Fan noticed Zhao Ziqing's hands trembling slightly and growing colder. He turned his head and soothed her with gentle words. Then, he pressed his fingertips together and pointed gently like a sharp sword.
The Longyuan Sword suddenly burst out with surging sword energy, instantly tearing apart the illusory shadow and slashing down fiercely.
"Ao!" Yamauchi Hanao roared like a beast, drew out a blood-red curved blade, and fiercely attacked Longyuan Sword.
"Dang!" The swords collided, making a sound of metal collision.
"Crack!" The ground cracked, and Yamauchi Hanao rushed towards Lin Fan with the blood-red scimitar in his hand.
"Seeking death?" Seeing Yamauchi Hanao charging towards him, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he snapped his fingers crisply. In an instant, the ten-meter area around him became his kingdom. When Yamauchi Hanao entered this territory, his movements immediately became sluggish.
"Just with your strength, you think you can compete with me?" Lin Fan sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the Longyuan Sword slashed towards Shannei Hanafu.
"Ouch!" Yamauchi Hanao roared, blocking the Longyuan Sword with his blood-red scimitar. He then summoned a bone banner painted with various evil spirits. As the bone banner fluttered in the air, rustling, numerous ghostly figures surged toward Lin Fan.