HBWnovel Chapter 62: Chapter 60 Collapse
Chapter 62: Chapter 60 Collapse
What a pity...
With a grand sweep of his hand, Su Heng pinched two arrows out of thin air.
He shot them back even faster, the ordinary arrows, boosted by Su Heng's powerful force, had more destructive power than bullets fired from a sniper rifle. The heads of the two men burst open upon impact, flesh and brains scattering in a bloody halo mid-air, their skullcaps flying dozens of meters away.
Whoosh!
Su Heng hurled the Ghostmourner blade in his other hand forward.
The Ghostmourner, trailing a halo of blood, grazed the last person and embedded itself in the distant tower's stone wall, its hilt trembling slightly.
A look of disbelief surfaced on the guard's face, and he took two more steps forward out of inertia.
But a straight, blood-red line appeared between his brows, slicing down his body from top to bottom, and slowly widened on both sides.
With a "plop,"
His body split in two and collapsed to the ground, his severed organs and the blood that poured out covered the ground, forming a hot, stinking bloodbath.
A large booted foot stepped over the guard's gruesome corpse, approaching the side of the tower.
He reached out to pluck the Ghostmourner from the wall, strapping it back onto himself.
From his vantage point,
Su Heng looked down at the Luo Family's earth fortress.
So far, everything about the operation had gone smoothly.
But for some reason, Su Heng sensed an odd atmosphere emanating from the expansive fortress below.
"Demons... Has some misfortune befallen the Luo Family?" Su Heng wondered, but recalled the last words of that elder before dying. It didn't seem so surprising that this was the case.
"It seems I've arrived at quite the opportune moment," Su Heng chuckled.
Be it demons or the Luo Family's elders and disciples.
Can't tell the difference?
If uncertain, kill them all! End of story!
Taking a step forward, the cold wind lifted Su Heng's slightly curled hair. Standing atop the high wall, he leaped, disappearing into the endless darkness within the fortress in the blink of an eye.
A moment later, the shrill screams filled with pain and terror resounded.
But they didn't travel far because wisps of fog, like life-reaping silk, weaved through the alleys, obstructing sight and swallowing sound.
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Bang!
Below one of the bamboo buildings in the Luo Family's earth fortress,
With bloodshot eyes, Luo Tong stepped out of the room and shut the door forcefully, the collision causing the surrounding bamboo shadows to tremble.
Why!
He couldn't understand why, even though he was a direct descendant of the Luo Family,
His father still wouldn't allow him to practice martial arts.
"We leave together!" Luo Tong still insisted.
But a slap from his father struck his face, and between gritted teeth, he coldly ordered, "Liu Qi, take him away."
"Young Master Luo, please come with me to leave." A female samurai, garbed in silver armor and with a long scar on her face, appeared, grabbing Luo Tong's arm. Then two expressionless samurais followed, flanking him on both sides.
The female samurai was clearly a Demon-shaped Martial Artist, surpassing human limits.
Despite Luo Tong's weight of over two hundred pounds and his legs not cooperating, the female samurai dragged him along as she ran forward at a tremendous speed, without even the slightest sign of breathing hard.
On the way, Luo Tong struggled and looked back, seeing his plump father waving at him.
Splat!
In the next instant, a blood-red tentacle shot out from the shrine.
A blood-red lotus blossomed on his father's white shirt at the chest, and his body was dragged into the shrine, with that crunching chewing sound seeming to rise and echo in Luo Tong's head once more.
He was numb, overwhelmed with grief, his mind unable to think, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Huff..."
The female samurai named Liu Qi suddenly halted, her brow furrowing.
"What's happened now?" Luo Tong asked, breathing heavily, somewhat dazed.
A gray-white mist lay before him, blocking the way, swirling above and below as if harboring some monster, instinctively unsettling anyone who saw it.
"You two." Liu Qi waved her hand, "Go check it out first!"
The two samurais holding long swords entered the mist and then vanished without a sound, as if they had disappeared into thin air.
Liu Qi clenched her teeth, her expression growing very ugly.
"Young Master Luo," she said, "stay behind me, don't run around."
With her long sword at the ready, she adopted a defensive stance and slowly approached the mist—swoosh!
From within the mist, a sudden streak of black light flashed.
Liu Qi's eyes narrowed as she swung her blade down, the sound of metal clashing ringing out, the sharp sword was actually repelled by a powerful defensive force.
A numbness spread through Liu Qi's arms, nearly losing all sensation, and her chest was completely exposed.
Thud!
Two thick fingers pierced Liu Qi's neck, her eyes bulging out, her face twisted in pain.
A crisp crack sounded.
Armor fragments, muscle, blood vessels, even half her spine, were mercilessly ripped from Liu Qi's body.
Her head was left hanging by a sliver of skin and blood vessels, still attached to her body.
Liu Qi's body collapsed, powerless, revealing a tall and burly silhouette before her.
"You..."
When Luo Tong recognized the familiar figure before him, he felt a cold shiver down his spine, a tingling terror rushed to his brain and then exploded!
"You're that guy from the Red Pavilion!"
At first, he screamed in disbelief, then he roared in despair, "Damn it, I just bad-mouthed you in the Red Pavilion, and Jin Mingxi, that bitch, slapped me. I even lost a tooth from it. You still aren't satisfied, you want to wipe out my entire family!?"
"Just for that crappy reason, is it worth it?"