Chapter 157: Only Death in Battle, No Deserters!
Upon hearing the bodyguard's words, a surge of intense killing intent instantly erupted from Su Yifan.
"Damn it!"
"Stay inside the house and don't go out. Wait for me to return."
Su Yifan said quickly and hung up the phone.
The next second, his figure turned into a stream of light, darting outward at extreme speed.
Witnessing this, Huixin and his companion both frowned.
What was going on?
What on earth could possibly make this God of Slaughter so furious?
At that moment, Huichen asked, "Senior Brother, what should we do now?"
"Let's go back first and report the situation here to the Master," Huixin replied.
Huichen nodded in agreement.
A few minutes later, the two returned to the Damo Temple and walked quickly toward a meditation room.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of knocking echoed.
"Come in."
An elderly voice came from inside the room.
"Screech~~"
Hearing this, Huixin and Huichen pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Before they could even speak upon entering, the abbot spoke first.
"Just now, I sensed that all the seals were broken. Could it be that you two failed to contain those two demonic beasts?"
"Master, those two demonic beasts are already dead."
As soon as these words were spoken, the abbot's closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
Huixin did not hide anything; he quickly recounted everything that had happened at the Myriad Demons Mountain in complete detail.
After listening, the abbot felt somewhat incredulous. He pinched his fingers to calculate for a moment, then calmly said, "Since it is the will of the heavens, there is no need to dwell on it."
"Yes, Master."
The two acknowledged the instruction, turned, and left.
As the door closed behind them, the abbot murmured to himself, "A true dragon descends upon the world, plunging everything into chaos..."
...
Meanwhile, inside the main hall of the Su residence, four bodyguards had gathered.
Out in the front courtyard at this moment, a black-clad man wielding dual samurai swords, with a distinct scar across his forehead, glared with murderous intent.
"Call that Su Yifan out to crawl here and face his execution!"
His pronunciation was awkward, making it immediately clear that he was not a native of the Xia Country.
A Japanese intruder?
Hearing the intruder's voice, one of the bodyguards spoke in a cold voice, "To think your Sakura Country is so daring—are you not afraid of retaliation from our Xia Country?"
"Retaliation? Once I kill all of you, who will ever know we did this?"
The man in black scanned the area, still unable to spot his primary target. "Since he refuses to show his face, I will slaughter everyone until he is forced to crawl out!"
With that, he brought his twin swords together and instantly unleashed a sweeping wave of sword qi!
Seeing this, the bodyguard muttered a swift incantation under his breath.
The next instant, the bodyguard shouted, "Protective formation, activate!"
Following his command, a burst of golden light flashed in front of the main hall.
Immediately afterward, a golden barrier materialized, enveloping the entire Su residence hall.
"Boom!"
The intruder's sword qi smashed against the golden barrier, producing a dull, heavy thud.
"Nani?"
Seeing this, the man in black could not help but blurt out his native tongue in sheer disbelief.
What was happening?
Wasn't it said that this was merely a third-rate minor family?
How could they possess such mystical means?
Watching the enemy thwarted, the four bodyguards inside the hall exchanged amused smiles.
True to form, their young master never ceased to amaze; he even mastered such extraordinary methods. They gradually realized that the young master could always dazzle them. Even in his absence, his presence of power remained absolute.
Right at that moment, Su Zhenguo and his wife walked into the main hall.
"What is going on?"
"Reporting to the family head, this individual is an intruder from the Sakura Country, here to cause trouble for the young master," a bodyguard replied.
"What?!"
Hearing that someone had come to target his son, Su Zhenguo immediately glared at the man in black.
So this was one of those foreign intruders?
This was the Xia Country—did they really think they could act so recklessly here?
He wanted to step forward and intervene, but realizing he was no match for the opponent, he suppressed the urge and asked, "Where is Yifan?"
"Reporting to the family head, the young master has gone out. We already called him, and he said to wait for him to return before doing anything," the bodyguard replied quickly.
He could only pray the young master would return swiftly, as he had no idea how much longer the golden barrier could withstand the onslaught or whether it would hold.
Realizing the people inside the hall were completely ignoring him, the man in black flew into a rage.
"Damn Xia Country people, how dare you look down on me! I'll have you all dead!"
With those words, a faint red aura ignited around his body.
Soon, this crimson energy crept outward, enveloping his samurai swords.
The man in black slowly crouched down, drawing his swords back behind his waist.
Seeing this, Su Zhenguo frowned. "What... what is he doing?"
"Could it be that he is... taking a dump?" one of the bodyguards suggested out of nowhere.
"Taking a dump?"
Upon hearing this, Su Zhenguo and his wife felt an immediate wave of nausea.
Damn it!
Was this foreigner really so utterly devoid of decency?
Publicly squatting to defecate in broad daylight?!
Taking a dump?
Did they actually dare to accuse him of taking a dump?
Hearing such an insulting remark, the man in black turned completely livid with rage.
His expression darkening into a scowl, he roared at the top of his lungs, "A-do-ken! Blazing Cross Slash!"
The moment the shout left his lips, a fiery cross-shaped wave of sword qi surged forward, hurtling straight toward the barrier.
"Boom!"
A deafening crash echoed, followed instantly by a sharp sound...
"Crack!"
A tiny fracture appeared on the surface of the barrier.
"What?!"
Seeing this, Su Zhenguo and the others swallowed hard.
No way!
The barrier was actually cracking!
"H哈哈哈... You foolish Xia Country mortals. Once I shatter this barrier, every single one of you will become ghosts beneath my blades!" The man in black laughed triumphantly at the sight of the fissure.
"Family head, the young master is still not back. Please retreat inside; leave this to us," a bodyguard urged.
There was no telling how many more strikes the barrier could endure, and more importantly, there was no telling when the young master would arrive. Even if the young master failed to return in time, they were prepared to die to protect the family heads.
"No, we are not leaving," Su Zhenguo refused resolutely.
There were no cowards in the Su family; at worst, it meant death.
When facing these foreign invaders, no son or daughter of the Xia Country would ever play the coward. Even in death, they would stand tall and proud!
He only regretted his own lack of strength; otherwise, he would have torn this damned foreigner apart with his own hands today!
At that very moment, another violent explosion shook the hall.
"Boom!"
Another streak of sword qi struck the barrier, widening the crack significantly.
Gazing at the nearly shattered protective shield, the man in black curved his lips into a sneer, tightened his grip, and swung his blade once more.
"Boom!"
Under the force of this latest blow, fractures multiplied rapidly across the barrier.
"Splendid. It seems one more strike will shatter this wretched barrier. Xia Country people, are you ready to become souls beneath my sword?"
The man in black offered a chilling smile and raised his samurai swords once again.
"Swish!"
A formidable wave of sword energy slammed violently into the barrier.
The next second, a crisp snap shattered the silence.
"Crack—Boom!"
The protective barrier fractured completely and dissolved into nothingness.
Seeing this, the four bodyguards stepped forward in unison, forming a solid line to shield Su Zhenguo and his wife behind them.
"Family head, run!"
"Save your breath, we are not leaving! As citizens of the Xia Country facing these foreign invaders, there are no deserters—only those who die fighting!"
Su Zhenguo exchanged a resolute glance with his wife, Zhang Hong. Not a shred of fear lingered in their eyes—only blazing determination!