Chapter 149
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Very good.
That’s more like it.
This black coffin bearer is much better.
He’s not like the previous one who could still run around after losing his head.
He prefers straightforward enemies like this.
“Hey, three hundred thousand!” Chen Huai'an walked up to the four dazed demon slayers, waving his hand, “The black coffin bearer has been taken down, and the target has been confirmed alive. Everything’s normal so far. Hurry up with the bounty! If you refuse to pay, I’m also quite skilled in a bit of hand-to-hand combat.”
He never wanted to owe his electronic girlfriend any money in this game.
Thinking about being debt-free soon made Chen Huai'an feel secretly pleased. Once he had the money, he would make sure to find out what color bellyband the demon cultivators of the Cangyun Realm were wearing.
Hehe!
“Whoa, whoa! Tyrant, that sword just now was so cool! Can I learn that at the Demon Slayer Division in the future?”
“I knew KSC-0 was strong, but I didn’t expect it to be that strong! A black coffin bearer that only a master could contend with was taken down in one strike…”
“Handsome guy, can I get your autograph? Right here on my chest~”
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The four demon slayers were utterly amazed.
Especially the two girls, who were practically ready to whisk Chen Huai'an back to their family right then and there. A strong and handsome man is a rare find in this world.
“Sure, I can sign on your chest, but I charge for that.” Chen Huai'an took out a marker and grinned, “Five thousand.”
“No problem, I’ll transfer it to you right away.”
“Handsome guy, can you sign here too?” The older girl turned around, giving Chen Huai'an a flirtatious look.
Chen Huai'an looked at the tempting scene before him without a flicker of emotion. His mind was solely on the money. Was that a peachy backside he saw? No, too vulgar—what he saw was a stack of cash.
“Signing on the backside costs an extra thousand!”
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The crowd didn’t notice that the corpse of the Night Crow was twisting strangely.
Black blood seeped from the body.
The bulging eyeball reflected the blood-red pillar of light shooting into the sky.
From deep within the cemetery came the sound of chains snapping.
Chen Huai'an withdrew his hand from the older girl’s curvy backside, his smile fading. He placed his right hand on the sword hilt, frowning as he looked back.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Seven bronze pillars, wrapped in rotting flesh, burst forth from the ground.
Atop the central black iron coffin sat a ghostly figure wearing a mask of both laughter and tears.
“Demon Slayer Division’s little pests! You just won’t quit!” The figure’s nails scraped across the coffin lid, the sound echoing like metal striking metal, causing blood to seep from the ears and noses of the onlookers. Its gaze fell on Chen Huai'an, and it let out a soft “Hmm,” “So you’re someone with a lineage. No wonder you could kill the Night Crow.”
Chen Huai'an’s wrist, gripping the sword, bulged with veins.
The pressure from the clash of his spiritual energy and the opponent’s demonic aura caused the graves beneath him to explode one after another. The four demon slayers had already collapsed to the ground, watching helplessly as the flying bones formed a blood-red hexagram in the air.
The figure stood up, its mask shifting to a crying face.
The moonlight within a hundred meters was suddenly drawn into the bronze pillars, plunging the area into darkness. Thirteen white bone lanterns flew out from its sleeves, each wick flickering with a remnant soul, illuminating the crying face, making it even more grotesque:
“Let me see if your swordsmanship can match my soul-refining techniques!”
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**Chapter 159: Slaying the Ghostly Liang**
Just when he thought this black coffin bearer was straightforward.
A small fry was followed by the big boss.
Chen Huai'an stared intently at the bizarre old man atop the bronze coffin. He felt no pressure facing the Night Crow, but standing before this strange old man, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.
The enemies he had faced before lacked a sense of fatality.
But this old man truly made his heart race.
What level of cultivation did the opponent have?
Late-stage Qi Refinement, Great Perfection?
The black coffin bearer was at the master level.
So this thing was at least a soldier level, possibly even a general level.
Chen Huai'an licked his lips, a bitter taste in his mouth.
Despite being called a tyrant and all that KSC-0 nonsense, that was just the reputation of a mutated demon dragon. Without that, he was merely at the master level, barely scraping by at soldier level. Even with those ordinary thunderfire talismans, it wouldn’t make much difference.
“You all go first. I’ll hold him off.”
He slightly tilted his head, reminding the already terrified demon slayers, while he faced the bizarre old man, bracing himself against the black-scaled sword stance.
With his strength, he could still contend with this monster to some extent.
Anyone else would be instantly killed by the monster’s every move.
“Tyrant…” The two master-level demon slayers were teary-eyed.
“Don’t call me Tyrant, that’s disgusting. Call me the dashing Chen Huai'an!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Huai'an drew his sword and leaped into action.
His spiritual energy was nearly depleted, unable to support any sword techniques.
He thought of himself as a low-health assassin against a crispy mage; as long as he was fast, precise, and ruthless, he might have a chance.
Liang watched as Chen Huai'an flew toward him, not dodging or avoiding, and burst into laughter:
“Good! At least this spirit is worthy of my acknowledgment! But I wonder if you can withstand my soul lantern! Soul Refinement!”
Liang’s mask split open, revealing a black-faced, fanged ghost.
With a skeletal claw, one of the bone lanterns floated toward Chen Huai'an.
As it approached, the light within the lantern shifted from white to red, resembling blood light.
Chen Huai'an’s black-scaled sword was enveloped in the blood light, freezing in mid-air.
The sword blade visibly rusted at an alarming rate, his spiritual energy being drained, and spots of decay appeared on the back of his hand gripping the sword.
“Strange, why do you have so little lifespan left?!”
Liang stared at the flickering soul fire on the bronze pillar, momentarily stunned.
The soul fire was so weak, it was like a candle flickering in the wind.
And since the bone lantern hadn’t absorbed enough lifespan, it began to tremble, showing signs of collapse. Liang’s expression darkened; he had finally reached the Great Perfection stage, only to lose some of it now.
His soul-refining techniques were domineering, but if he didn’t manage to strip enough lifespan, he would have to sacrifice his own lifespan and cultivation to appease the corpse king.
“Heh, old bastard, didn’t expect it, did you? Your daddy is dying!”
Chen Huai'an knelt on one knee, a strand of gray hair falling by his ear, but the old man clearly looked even worse.
He still had a chance. Although his spiritual energy was exhausted and his limbs felt weak and fatigued, if he could buy some time to recover a bit of energy, he could activate the thunderfire talismans.
He just didn’t know if the ordinary thunderfire talismans could actually harm this old man.
Although Li Qingran had the celestial-grade thunderfire talismans, they were all gifts he had given her. When he asked Li Qingran for pills yesterday, he had already discovered that anything he “gifted” to her came with a tag saying
An unusual force stirred within him.
A whispering voice urged him to relinquish control of his body.
Chen Huai'an knew it was the mutated cancer cells that were getting restless.
“Humph, your lifespan is short, but your companions must have plenty of it, right?”
Liang’s gaze fell on the two master-level demon slayers who hadn’t escaped yet, a cruel smile creeping onto his face.
The bone lantern flew out, chasing after the two girls who were trying to flee.
He wasn’t planning to let any of them go.
He wanted to kill them all!
The blood light flared, and the two girls instantly aged into old women, kneeling on the ground, terrified as they clawed at their sagging skin. The pink-haired girl’s butterfly hairpin fell to the ground, shattering into three pieces.
Chen Huai'an turned to see this scene and nearly exploded with rage.
His three hundred thousand!
Just like that, wasted?!
As Liang drained the girls’ lifespans, his long hair turned gray again. With another wave of his hand, the bone lantern flew toward the two master-level demon slayers behind Chen Huai'an.
“Don’t let that bone lantern touch you!” A hoarse shout rang out.
A concrete block the size of a truck came hurtling in, smashing the bronze pillar and creating spiderweb cracks, interrupting Liang’s attack.
A burly man landed in front of Chen Huai'an.
His eyes were bloodshot, hot steam pouring from the pores of his skin, and purple veins writhed beneath his muscles—this was Luo Haisheng, who had been chasing Liang with a compass.
“Another one coming to deliver himself…”
Liang’s nails sliced through the air, five black lines wrapping around Luo Haisheng’s neck, pinning him down.
The blood light from the bone lantern enveloped him.
However, this time, the lantern that drained lifespans failed to take effect.
The black lines snapped.
Luo Haisheng tore open his shirt, revealing a body covered in writhing black tumors.
These cancer cells, which should have been fatal, were now proliferating wildly in the blood light.
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