The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 211 - Two Crosses
"Haha! Look, we've got quite an interesting guest tonight!" The man exclaimed, humbling his body in a ready-to-fight attitude. Two swords crossed in front of his chest, on the skin of the man's shoulder crossed a red cross. Exactly like a mark made using hot metal, his fingers were thin but deftly grasping tightly at the sword, his expressionless face changing grin.
Their clothes had long been soaked by the rain, in the midst of bad weather that did not support the man's fight coming. Mou Zhueyang was not sure, the streets were so narrow and squeezed by houses. They could not fight freely against two swordsmen.
The presumptuous voice echoed in the stormy wind, "My name is Fang Xu, the 30th core member of the Four Surveillance Units. Horrendous, no?" Xin Chen shook his head, did not utter a word and did not look at him in shock. Then Fang Xu laughed blandly.
"Haha! You seem to have guessed my arrival? Why would you come here with a teri-class warrior? Want to donate a life?" Fang Xu laughed at them until the air in his lungs ran out.
"What a fool, you're wasting your own time and your own life. Think you can win against us?"
Mou Zhueyang did not expect it, the Four Surveillance Units actually brought in their core members. The described figure could take their lives at once in one fell swoop. The knees of the warrior behind him shook, that person was sinister to be called a human.
Although his body was rather short and skinny, but Fang Xu was filled with a suppressing strong air. Mou Zhueyang solidified his footing, reluctant to be daunted by the man.
"For you, the lives of my friends were killed. Animals are not hearted."
"Oh, hahha! Very amusing. Very-very funny. You're playing the victim role, huh?" Fang Xu counted with a finger.
"First, you came here by yourself. Like I said, donating lives. When your people are killed you cry like a baby! Bhahaha, what a heinous Four Surveillance Units! Oppressing this warrior with high self-esteem got to his holy heart! A proud hero like you deserves it!"
Fang Xu again counted, "And second-! You're too arrogant to carry these eight kerocosene men, you think you can hold two hundred and fifty of us? Oh ... These great people are really brave. Even one Empire you can scare with your courage ...."
Fang Xu disappeared and just suddenly was already in front of Mou Zhueyang, suffocating him strongly. "Unfortunately, in a fight you can't just rely on bravery, cowardice."
Fang Xu was about to finish off Mou Zhueyang's life but his footsteps reflexed backwards as a mysterious force made his entire body shiver without cause. There was a pitch-black aura that nearly killed his soul, something that could not be described through words. What is certain is that 'something' is both a distress and a devastating catastrophe in silence.
Fang Xu was speechless as the sword within his grasp fell.
All five of his fingers fell on the ground, and the male eyes were wide almost out. He looked at his own hands in surprise and looked at Mou Zhueyang in the burning flames of wrath.
"Bajing-jit!"
In the darkness of the illuminationless village, Fang Xu saw thousands of spirits rushing over him. A subtle grin and whispers filled his mind. The man's soul was instantly troubled by something he didn't even see. The mind. All of that only assaulted his mind, but Fang Xu felt that something was being forced out of his body. Fang Xu's soul was almost crazy. He couldn't hold it much longer.
Fang Xu had never known, in his Empire once did live a spirit controller who killed thousands of lives in one night. They were heartless humans who were crazed by demonic curses. People who even the public feared outweighed their fear of the Emperor. A killer without a hand who numbs the soul without touching it.
Honey, that guy died eight or seven years ago. Fang Xu knew very well, none of the spirit controllers had managed to live after dealing with the ethereal beings. They swallowed their own strength and died without leaving behind corpses and ashes. Thus many Qing imperial warriors stopped studying the science of spirit control so that it became a grim tale that many people had forgotten.
However, in this Empire, Fang Xu found the one handless assassin alive. It was not the spirit that kept him alive.
"Catastrophe ... Disaster has been reborn. Catastrophe-" Fang Xu fell into a daze of fear. He was about to run away knowing that fighting would only bring misfortune to his life. But it wasn't that easy, Xin Chen approached slowly. Exactly like the murderous ghost from his Empire once.
Fang Xu could not lie that his family used to be slaughtered in one night by spirit users, they were both hatred and fear in Fang Xu. It was a bad luck that he was met with this guy. His teacher once said that when the spirit controller had reached the final level of his strength, then hundreds of thousands of spirits could even be deployed to destroy one empire.
"MALAPETAKA! MAN WILL PERISH!"
Fang Xu's neck was stabbed by the blade of the sword that punched his throat through the ground, the man lay with his eyes firmly glared. He gripped onto Xin Chen's sword, intending to break free. Successfully escaping with his neck covered in blood, Fang Xu brushed through the forest bush blindly.
No one knew in the dark of the forest that Fang Xu had lost ten times more lives.
Mou Zhueyang was goosebumps, nothing strange. Xin Chen was just like an ordinary swordsman. He cut off Fang Xu's finger then stabbed his neck with a sword, the man was simply too scared. Perhaps, by the spirits of the inhabitants of this place who avenged their deaths. Those last words, disaster. Mou Zhueyang looked at Xin Chen, he was just a young man who was too difficult to interpret as the Catastrophe.
"Don't take it too hard to heart."
"I'm not disturbed. Watch your step, core members are wandering around looking for us."
"Good."
They walked into an empty house filled with blood, the rain had not yet subsided. Inside that dimness Xin Chen lit a small candle, merely revealing the map he had just made. Re-strategize. When they are ready, they stand. Amongst the thundering rainstorms, the nine people split direction and disappeared in the darkness of the night.