Chapter 148
**"Wife, come quick! Look at this demon-slaying stream, it's the real deal!" @SuperBigXiaoNanLiang**
**"Why does the streamer look a bit familiar? Come on, be honest, have you climbed Mount Ling before?"**
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At midnight, Chen Huai'an started his live stream, and the comments flooded in immediately.
He was already in the car with four demon slayers, heading towards the Linchuan Cemetery.
Notably, the two newcomers from prestigious families were both girls.
This made Chen Huai'an feel a wave of disdain inside.
Not only were they inexperienced, but they also had to bring girls along?
How ridiculous!
"Hey, is this guy really the big shot you were looking for? Are you sure he can handle it?" The girl with pink hair was practically melting into his side as she asked the two senior demon slayers, "I think this guy is more suited to go home with me and have kids. Demon slaying is too dangerous; what if he gets hurt? I'd be heartbroken~"
"Exactly," the older girl chimed in, clinging tightly to Chen Huai'an's arm, her ample bosom completely enveloping his limb. She leaned in closer, blowing softly into his ear, teasing, "I don't know about demon slaying, but having kids together? That’s definitely a yes~ With a handsome guy like you, it would be such a loss if your face got scratched."
The two senior demon slayers fell silent, not daring to speak.
They wanted to warn these naive newcomers about the identity of this big shot.
But they were afraid that revealing it would ruin the 'Tyrant's' plans.
After all, they had no idea if the 'Tyrant' enjoyed being surrounded by girls.
In reality, Chen Huai'an did not enjoy it.
The scent of the girls' perfume was overwhelming, making his head throb. It was nothing compared to the tea bags and pillowcases made by Li Qingran; even the most expensive perfume paled in comparison to the natural aroma of milk tea.
But with so little space in the backseat, and needing to ensure the safety of these two rookies, he could only endure for now.
Since entering the Linchuan Cemetery area, his attention had been focused on the car roof. A hundred meters above, a flock of crows circled ominously, a sinister aura locking onto the vehicle.
They had been targeted.
Most likely by that black coffin wielder.
However, since they weren't attacking, he remained still.
With a guaranteed bounty of three hundred thousand, he had to be cautious.
He feared that revealing his aura might scare that guy away.
"Hey, why aren't you talking? Are you shy?"
The pink-haired girl was now practically straddling Chen Huai'an, her pretty face flushed.
"Yeah, little brother, if you don’t say anything soon, I might just have to cover your mouth with mine~"
The older girl joined in, her luscious red lips glistening.
But Chen Huai'an simply closed his eyes, like a monk in deep meditation.
Just as their lips were about to touch, a sudden gust of wind rushed down from above.
In that moment, Chen Huai'an snapped his eyes open.
He shouted:
"Hey—!"
The car roof exploded, and the doors shattered into pieces.
The two girls were thrown out, blood spraying as they flew sideways.
Chen Huai'an grinned fiercely, his muscular torso bare, as he unleashed his spiritual energy. He stepped on the shattered chassis and soared into the sky with the black-scaled sword in hand.
"Jie jie jie!
Three hundred thousand, hand it over!"
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**Chapter 158: Killing the Night Crow**
There were different ranks among the black coffin wielders.
As one of the core black coffin wielders under the command of the demon lord, the Night Crow considered himself among the top ten in strength.
Countless demon slayers had perished at the hands of the black coffin wielders.
These demon slayers had long feared them like venomous snakes.
He had never seen a demon slayer charge at him so recklessly.
If that's the case, then they must die!
Today, the great demon lord was performing rituals here, and no one was allowed to disturb him.
A massive shadow plummeted from the night sky, extending a claw to meet Chen Huai'an's black-scaled sword.
Clang—!
Sparks flew.
Chen Huai'an withdrew his sword and landed on a nearby tombstone, both he and the shadow locking eyes, a palpable killing intent in the air.
With just one strike, Chen Huai'an realized that this black coffin wielder, resembling a giant crow, was formidable.
The previous black coffin wielders he had encountered were not even at the Qi Refinement stage.
But this giant crow was different; it easily parried his strike, its strength on par with his, if not greater.
The Night Crow stared at Chen Huai'an, equally shocked. Its claws, hidden beneath the black robe, were severed at the base, blood gushing forth.
He recognized the elite demon slayers from the entire C Province, especially those from Tianfu District.
This young man, with his strikingly handsome features, should not have gone unnoticed.
Could he be an outsider from another province's demon slayer division?
Or perhaps a master from a prestigious family?
As the two faced off, the four demon slayers who had been thrown aside were already getting back on their feet.
The two girls were mostly unhurt, just a bit shaken from the spiritual energy that had surged from Chen Huai'an. But injuries were minor compared to losing face, so they were about to confront Chen Huai'an when they saw the thick demonic energy swirling in the cemetery. A massive figure in a black robe, resembling a crow, stood in the mist, and Chen Huai'an was not far from this figure, looking as small as a child.
They immediately shut their mouths.
"Oh my god, forget the mission, we need to get out of here!" The pink-haired girl felt her scalp tingle as she caught sight of the creature's face—wearing a pale mask with a huge bird-like beak, its crimson eyes shining like searchlights.
Was this something they could handle?
Just one glance made their legs turn to jelly.
"Quick, get us out of here!" the older girl echoed, her face filled with terror.
The two senior demon slayers exchanged glances.
Though hesitant, they did not flee.
This 'Tyrant' was their summoned entity, a powerful ally unique to their C Province demon slayer division. Even if they had to retreat, they had to take the 'Tyrant' with them.
Just as they were about to step forward to assist, Chen Huai'an and the black coffin wielder struck simultaneously.
The mist swirled beneath the wide black robe, and countless blood-red crows screeched as they burst forth, the air thick with a foul wind.
Clang—!
The black-scaled sword was drawn.
The sword light sliced through the clouds like a cold moon.
But at the moment it struck the flock, it became ensnared by the thick demonic energy.
"Good swordplay! Jie jie jie, but too bad—"
Before the Night Crow could finish, Chen Huai'an pressed the sword down three inches, the blade reflecting the cold moon in the sky. He spun and flicked his wrist, unleashing a sword energy that whirled like a tempest.
The sword energy shredded through the flock, scattering black feathers everywhere.
The Night Crow staggered back several steps, barely managing to deflect the sharp sword force.
Looking back at Chen Huai'an, its expression had turned grim.
"You can actually use sword energy?"
"Jie jie, I can do more than just sword energy!" Chen Huai'an mimicked the Night Crow's sinister laugh, his thumb pressing against the sword guard. Though he stood still, his figure flickered, and the surrounding moisture spread out, as the black-scaled sword was drawn, a dragon's roar echoed.
Feeling the impending danger, the Night Crow quickly summoned a black coffin to shield itself.
"Long winds and breaking waves will come one day!"
Chen Huai'an recited, running his fingers along the sword spine. The black-scaled sword suddenly revealed white dragon patterns, spiritual energy surging through his limbs, the sword vibrating with a low hum.
"Straight to the clouds, crossing the vast sea!"
As his words fell, the sword light flashed.
Everyone saw a white rainbow shooting towards the Night Crow, resembling a dragon emerging from the water.
The black coffin exploded, the corpse puppets inside shredded to pieces by the sword energy.
The Night Crow's black robe burst open, revealing a pale body covered in runes. It formed seals with its hands, trying to resist, but felt a sharp pain in its chest, realizing too late that a gaping wound the size of a bowl had appeared there.
The sword wielder stood ten meters behind it, casually twirling the sword.
"This isn't the swordplay of the demon slayer division, nor is it from a prestigious family!" The Night Crow's eyes bulged, its trembling claws frantically tearing at its chest, blood gushing forth. "Who... who are you?"
"I am... the incredibly handsome, terminally ill KSC-0, known as the Tyrant, Chen Huai'an!"
*Thud—!*
Chen Huai'an sheathed his sword.
The Night Crow's voice abruptly ceased.
It collapsed to the ground.
The wound in its chest widened, the rampaging sword energy still burrowing down, creating a deep hole in the ground.
**[Kill the Black Coffin Wielder, gain Magic Cultivation Fragment X1]**
Chen Huai'an took out his phone to check the kill progress.
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