The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 158 - Demon Masked Crow
Behind the puff of smoke was the figure of Han Zilong standing firm, the god-powered lightning bolt did not shake his legs at all. He sounded a little he coughed, spewing quite a lot of blood but only got there, then Han Zilong turned his body towards them and a furious look of rage.
"Another barrier must be broken." Han Zilong muttered, even if the man has the same body and strength as the figure named Han Zilong, but his soul is different. The man was controlled by something very strong behind him, even until this moment Xin Fai could not guess who was the real mastermind in this war.
If you suspect Liu Fengying as the perpetrator who called them somehow he was not so sure, especially when he knew the trouble-making man had come to the battle arena.
While he was busy thinking that Han Zilong had suddenly fallen to his knees, the Lightning Curse had erased the power flowing in his body. The man expended all his remaining strength to protect his body so that the level of damage he received was no more than twenty percent.
Xin Chen was almost in disbelief, while receiving the attack he had even completely died had that day the strength of the Fire Element Spirit not protected him. Han Zilong who was in fact a human, with his strength alone could survive without even moving from his place.
"The person named Han Zilong was ... Truly a monster." Just that being said in Xin Chen's mouth, he felt his shoulders clapped softly from behind and turned his head for a while.
"Some leave it to me."
"But..." Xin Chen looked back at Han Zilong, appeared a person in a black robe as well as wearing a crow mask on the head. Not a single piece of her skin was visible, her entire body was perfectly covered. His voice sounded heavy when translucent from another dimension, only giggling laughter filled their surroundings.
"Hahhaha what an interesting spectacle! I can't stop thinking about seeing the power!" clapping his hands hilariously, Xin Chen immediately pulled his sword back. The mysterious figure looks very dangerous, even when walking his legs like not ringing any sound. It was like he was floating in the air
"Why, why? I came you guys instantly mute at the same time? Hey, that's cruel. How could that be!"
"This freak came around to joke or what?" Xin Zhan who first let out a sound, Ren Yuan immediately smothered the mouth of his son. Its blood-red aura mixed in black was very different from those of any black stream.
Just standing a few tens of meters away from him the crow masked man was brave enough to threaten them with murderous air, he jumped on a boulder and sat like a king up there.
"The Devil Sword and its two sons, I will make sure you all disappear today. Such a special day, isn't it Young Master Xin's second?"
Xin Chen swooped his brows, eager for him to slash the man's head if only he knew what his opponent's strength was like. In this kind of life-and-death fight he did not want to be rash or otherwise the lives of those nearby who were targeted.
"Hey you look so angry when I kindly give you a little surprise on your birthday and also your Uncle's wedding day."
"Little surprise, you say?!" Lan An replied with emotion, "You don't know what you did that made thousands of lives in this City in just one day?"
"Know or not, do you think I seem to care?"
The masked man raised his hand hurriedly, "Oh-ho! Don't be in a hurry, dear Lord Lan An. You know I'm not so fond of dirtying my own hands with blood, compared to that ...."
The man chuckled amusedly, as if this battle was a playful stage. And he played them like adorable dolls at will.
"Let's see a more interesting show."
Xin Fai knew letting the man act was definitely a bigger problem awaiting them. He moved so quickly to attack the masked man, but it seemed that his opponent had expected that to happen.
The crow masked man had already floated in the air, his movements were a little faster than Xin Fai and moreover he mastered the science of illusion. Where he can create a shadow resembling himself that can deceive the enemy. His real body was hidden among dozens of illusions resembling his. Not waiting for a long time, the man recited an ancient spell that was completely incomprehensible. Floating in the air, the spell shone under his feet.
"The Forbidden Book - The Science of the Caller!!"
That ancient spell drained power at one point, more precisely where Han Zilong's container previously stood. Although the power it gives is not so great, but when the spell calls the soul of the hero with great power then his body will follow the level of strength of the figure. This is what the Third Sheet of the Forbidden Book fears. Anyone who has it can control the strongest man in the world with just a piece of paper.
While still fusing with the Forbidden Book, the Third Sheet was still included as the Heavenly Heirloom that the power-mad humans craved. But since the sheet is separated, it is said that the Third Sheet turns into a Sacred Heirloom higher than the Heavenly Heirloom. Its existence was never even sniffed by anyone until it was eventually forgotten and only became a legend.
The puff of smoke surrounding the different figure in front of them revealed such a bright red radiance. The sound of a sword being dragged over the rocks sounded terrifying as the clattering of his footsteps approached. Xin Chen held his breath, he even felt his feet unwilling to move when he felt the aura of the figure. Anyone who was there was only able to remain petrified like a statue, as if only by moving one meter their lives were exhausted in that second as well.
"HAHAHAHA!!!" Satisfied laughter boomed over their heads but no one wanted to look at the crow masked man but instead continued to be locked onto the figure covered by the thick smoke there.
"Even the Demon Sword Figure was silent with the figure I called out?! Really unfortunate. Ah, you guys need some alone time? Have fun!"
The man in the crow mask continued to laugh even until he disappeared behind a dark circle, then disappeared afterwards. Now a very quiet atmosphere like killing them all when the figure stopped walking and made the friction of the screaming sword disappear.
His eyes were red from being under the control of the masked man, as well as the Fire Flower mark on his forehead. That man was Qiang Jun.
Xin Fai chuckled, inexhaustible. Back when he was a child he remembered so much against the Demon King that this man helped him survive.
And now they stand face to face, not as friends but as opponents.