The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 164 - Great War IV
There was no bad weather coming back when the Lightning Fox showed its anger, the sky darkened as if it was really about to night, no more sunlight illuminating Renwu City. There appeared a horn on the head of the Lightning Fox, where all the elemental forces were flowing inside there quite profusely.
Everything he had accumulated over the years began to reveal his true identity, the next form that the Lightning Fox had was much different from the previous one.
Even his breath just caused a strong wind, the Lightning Fox lowered its head to prepare to pounce on its enemy. There was nothing to see when the fox was running because it was too fast, only the sound of the cracked ground that the Thunder Fox was treading and the fox's loud roar.
The Dark Dragon spewed out flames that spread above the ground, instantly burning anything within a hundred meter radius. Fortunately Xin Chen had predicted that and lured Han Wu to fight to a place far away from those demons.
While Han Wu was like cursing something every time Xin Chen put in an attack and at the same time the spirit also trapped him in a smoke cage. The power of the spirits that turned their forms into a kind of smoke and surrounded Han Wu, limiting his visibility so that from all directions Xin Chen could give a surprise attack.
The more I was in the situation of Han Wu the more I gained full consciousness. He swore an inexhaustible swearing, should the soul now have rested quietly without war and blood again but when it realized itself resurrected in a situation full of destruction, Han Wu felt anxious to kill whoever called him here.
"What the hell, I should have died that day. And why is my opponent just a brat like you?" Han Wu withdrew himself, but his hand against his will, Han Wu's body wanted him to kill the child.
And he has now unleashed the Fire of Destruction. Xin Chen stood right in the middle of the spell inscribed with the ancient alphabet he had created using the drops of blood in his hands. It was a high-level move that only a few people could master that could even count with a finger.
No human can escape from the confinement of the fire. Even if his opponent used a change of spirit form or eliminated himself with the heirloom of the Blood Ghost Mask.
"I'm telling you, boy. My moves will never go out before he burns the people trapped inside. The longer you stay in it, the hotter it gets, the more it melts you. Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't mean to save you or anything just that fighting a younger enemy of mine made my pride fall." Han Wu rambled at length, while waiting for the reaction of his opponent who had been caught in the fire he studied the surroundings first.
This chaos was already much more severe than he expected, seeing three gigantic demons fighting fiercely and also two figures with such a formidable aura were fighting up there.
Just by seeing that Han Wu knew that maybe fighting against the figure carrying the Phoenix Steel sword might still be able to compensate, he could still compensate, but if his opponent was a man with two swords in his hand. Maybe in half an hour he will die first.
It had unfeelably been nearly twenty minutes since Xin Chen had been stuck in his mouthpiece. No wonder, with the skill he learned from the Forbidden Book which is one of the highest ranks in it, the Fire of Destruction will not give life to its victims.
In the past with that style Han Wu managed to subdue the war generals of the Wei Empire, slaughtering a noble clan in one night and taking the life of the Emperor's Princess.
His sins in life will not be forgiven, not to mention the many lives lost in his hands. With just those two hands, Han Wu put the humans into misery, killing morning until night unsatisfied.
Until regret comes to the end, had he not used that power and weapon to finish off tens of thousands of humans, if only he could have gone back in time to fix everything, and hope that whatever he does during life will be remembered by everyone in the future.
At a glance Han Wu let out her tears, along with the falling downpour of heavy rain on it. The world looks like an apocalypse, earthquakes everywhere, cracked land and lightning.
"When I killed Dad earlier that day, he wouldn't have dodged all these heirlooms. My eyes won't be darkened by force and today won't happen forever.." His long hair moved in the windstorm, he was still Han Wu who created destruction before Qiang Jun was born 11 years later, but his soul now only expected peace.
"Oh no, the boy had no hope either. I better find out who caused this fight ...."
The deg!
Han Wu's heart throbbed painfully, feeling like something was raining in it within a second. It seems that his desire to kill the Summoner Science user didn't let him just walk away.
He had to keep killing Xin Chen and get the heavenly heirloom that was in his hands. His brain kept repeating it, but his heart did not. Enough destruction he's done.
Han Wu dropped his sword, but something controlling him forced the man to burn Xin Chen in the Fire of Destruction.
Han Wu's feet trembled, himself moved without his will. Walking closer to the fire circle that surrounded Xin Chen then unwittingly, his hand created a sharp little flame in Han Wu's fingers. He cut the vein on the back of his hand, making his blood drip over the fire.
"The Forbidden Book - The Door of Hell!"
Han Wu vomited fresh blood, although not with the real body but the side effects of this style were still felt. He fell to his knees, this was the only form of destruction he had learned from the Forbidden Book. Just a moment ago Han Wu also realized that the warrior figure who was fighting against Qiang Jun had also studied the same scripture as him.
It was just that it seemed like that person had not learned the techniques devoted to killing and causing mass destruction. Like the Illusionary Blood Rain Skill that was only used to trap his enemy. It's not killing like he's doing right now.
His Hell Door technique caused a surge of red fire light that gushed up into the sky. The flames danced and were completely unaffected by the direction of the wind. It burns and continues to burn to the bone and leaves ashes. The last time using this technique Han Wu managed to take the life of a war general, it was inevitable that the boy's life was depleted even before he used the Hell's Door style.
"Curtain, too much. Until using this technique to kill a boy like him...? It doesn't make sense." Han Wu chipped in thoughtlessly.