HBWnovel Chapter 52: Chapter 50 Despair
Chapter 52: Chapter 50 Despair
Su Li and Xiaoqing exchanged glances, and an idea immediately came to mind.
Since they weren't the target, the best course of action would be to leave as soon as possible without causing any additional trouble.
The strength of the man with the conical hat in front of them was considerable.
Behind him, in the woods outside, were lurking a number of undead beings, exerting a tremendous oppressive force.
They didn't possess the formidable power of Su Heng.
Faced with such a situation,
they still had to think of a way to ensure their safety first.
"Attack!" The man with the conical hat commanded coldly as he waved his hand, "Kill them all!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, several dark figures burst out from both sides behind the man.
At the same time, the walls on both sides of the Mountain God Temple collapsed with a bang, and seven or eight undead beings surrounded them, cutting off Su Li and the others' escape route.
The main target of the man with the conical hat was still Xu Ziyi and her brother.
Their strength was also beyond expectation,
surpassing the limits of the human body and reaching the realm of demonic form. The sister wielded a pair of thin-bladed short knives in each hand, while the brother wore knuckle-dusters made of special metal. Facing the siege of more than a dozen undead beings, they dodged and weaved through perilous situations, but for the time being, they sustained no injuries and managed to hold on.
"Now's the time, let's go!"
Su Li let out a low command, her eyes fierce, as she suddenly burst into action, dashing toward the right direction.
The vitality and equanimity of the Green Wood Longevity Technique flowed into her longsword, its light pulsing, extending a foot in length.
Bang!
The light from the sword fell on the neck of the undead being, sounding like the clash of metal.
Feeling the immense recoil force transmitted through the hilt of the sword, Su Li's palm tingled slightly, her expression one of surprise.
She hadn't anticipated that the rotten corpses in front of her would be so tough; they seemed almost as if they were cast from bronze and iron.
But Su Li was no weakling.
She quickly collected her thoughts and channeled more energy into her longsword, with the sword light swelling in response.
"You are from the Demon Suppression Bureau!" He began with clenched teeth and a snakelike yellow glint of hatred in his eyes.
"Good! Very good! Excellent!" The masked man laughed frantically, "I never thought I, Jin Yu, would have such a catch. Once I've had my fun with you two, and then turn you into Corpse Prostitutes, surely many in the Sky Demon Alliance would fancy you."
"What did you just say you'd turn us into?" An indifferent voice abruptly rang in the masked man's ears.
His laughter came to an abrupt halt, he slowly turned his body, and lifted his head, only then seeing Su Heng's expressionless face.
The next moment—Bang!
Su Heng nonchalantly slapped down, and the bandages wrapped around Jin Yu's face broke into pieces.
His decaying flesh trembled violently, the pustules on his face burst open, spewing fluid, and his skeleton crackled. His body shot out like a loosed arrow, leaving a trail in the bright moonlight and then crashing heavily into a large tree in the distance.
This person appeared fragile, but unexpectedly, he had a resilient constitution.
Surviving a slap from Su Heng, he was still breathing, but could only breathe.
His neck was twisted at an odd angle, nearly paralyzed, hanging on to his last breath by the sheer life force granted by the demonic powers.
"Don't get too happy... someone... will avenge me..." Jin Yu spat out blood, watching Su Heng approaching step by step, his bloody and blurred face full of madness.
"Oh?" Su Heng raised an eyebrow, "You mean these people?"
He lifted the object he was holding in his other hand just a bit, and just then, the wind and clouds surged, and a bright moonlight shone down, illuminating Su Heng.
Jin Yu said no more, the madness and hatred on his face turning into despair in an instant.
In Su Heng's hand was a string of five heads.
The faces of these five heads were frozen in despair and terror. Their temples had been pierced by a powerful force, strung along a vine as thick as a finger, casually dangling from Su Heng's hand. As Su Heng moved, the five heads swung back and forth, with viscous blood dripping continuously from their severed necks.
"Your companions seem to have died earlier than you," Su Heng said, looking at Jin Yu's despairing face, a smile slowly formed on his own.
Crack!
He reached out, pressed his hand on top of Jin Yu's head, and spun it around three hundred and sixty degrees like opening a bottle cap.
The monster's ugly, pus-filled head was plucked off by Su Heng and tossed casually into the nearby underbrush.
Then Su Heng's figure flashed explosively, bringing up a gust of wind and darting forward; his fingertips touched the foreheads of the rotting corpses, which exploded, spewing out a thick mist of foul-smelling blood.
The once noisy Mountain God Temple finally began to quiet down.
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