Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 733 - Chapter 733 Chapter 599 Black Moon Life and Death_2

Chapter 733: Chapter 599 Black Moon, Life and Death_2 Chapter 733: Chapter 599 Black Moon, Life and Death_2 The power of one’s bloodline can also serve as support.

As the spinning staff fell, the woman did not witness the scene where Roger’s flesh split, bones broke, and tendons snapped; her attack was entirely blocked.

“How is that possible? He was clearly already…”

In a moment of hesitation, the disordered Spiritual Power within Roger’s body straightened out, and the next second, a cold light burst forth!

Only a dazzling white blur was seen, capturing the mind, slowing the movement in her hands.

Just then, a fierce pulling force came from behind her, and as she swiftly retreated, she saw the flash of the sword.

Crack!

The woman in red appeared instantly, tens of meters away, everything around her returned to normal, and that’s when she felt the sting in her throat.

With a wipe of her hand, blood flowed freely.

Her heart began to pound wildly, and fear of death surged to her mind.

“He… he…”

She opened her mouth stuttering but couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

“Step back, this isn’t your affair!”

Sajo snorted coldly, just now if he hadn’t intervened, he would have had to watch his second disciple die before his eyes.

This infuriated Sajo, but what he couldn’t accept even more was that he saw something familiar in the young man before him.

It reminded him of that man from his youth.

The same calm strength, exceptional swordsmanship.

And this youth before him is a thoroughly enhanced version!

Younger, yet stronger!

It was saddening enough for others in the same era when someone like Sword Master Cold Crow emerged, but if there was a second one…

Then decades later, would Hankawa still allow the existence of others?

He must die, this young man before him must die!

A young face seemed to appear before Sajo, his most brilliant son, whose sole lingering attachment even in the face of death wasn’t to his father, but to that man’s hope.

Destroy it!

A long staff flew from his grasp, Sajo’s body erupted with energy, and in that moment, he held nothing back, not considering the plans of Tengu Shrine, with only one goal in mind…

Roger, with his swords in hand, felt the overwhelming pressure from the old man before him rising like the tide, one wave higher than the next. Even in this state, he was not retreating but rapidly mobilising the energy in his body.

But right at that moment, the winds at the mountaintop suddenly ceased.

From extreme motion to extreme stillness.

The wind stopped, and the snow fell.

Then…

It turned dark.

Roger noticed the change on the old man’s face across from him, and the next moment he realized something, slightly tilting his head to see a new figure appearing at the now-open door.

Thin yet tall.

The loose robe hung on his body, half his chest exposed.

He was weaponless, standing there barefoot.

His feet rested on the snow, yet it didn’t sink in the slightest.

Sword Master Cold Crow–Yatagarasu Tsukihiko.

Roger lifted his head, it was only now that he realized it wasn’t the environment that had changed, but it was because of the recent arrival of Sword Master Cold Crow that his perception had been obscured.

Beneath the impact of formidable Energy, even his senses became disordered, causing his eyes to make an incorrect judgment.

“Is it affecting the perception of others?” Roger speculated.

Sajo seemed to have completely forgotten about Roger’s existence, his entire attention captured by that aged figure.

“You’ve finally come out.”

“Heh, were you afraid I would kill your proudest disciple?”

Sajo sneered.

“You can’t kill him.”

Sword Master Cold Crow chuckled.

“In my eyes, you’ve always been a weakling.”

“It seems you really care about him, enough to finally leave that decaying house to save him.”

The power surged around Sajo, like a volcano poised to erupt.

However, Sword Master Cold Crow shook his head.

“No, I’ve said you can’t kill him, I came out to kill you.”

As he finished speaking, Sword Master Cold Crow extended his gaunt arm.

“They wanted you to probe for something, didn’t they?”

“Now I’m here.”

“I’ll give you the answer!”

The familiar feeling struck again, as if his senses were being stripped away. His vision skewed, even though it was still broad daylight, in an instant night fell, and the bright moon hung high.

In the sky was a Black Moon, just like the pattern Roger had seen on Sword Master Cold Crow’s back before.

The next second, Roger saw Sword Master Cold Crow reach out and pluck the Black Moon from the sky!

“It must be an illusion, definitely an illusion!”

The strange state of affairs left Roger unable to discern what he was seeing, but then he heard Sajo’s cry of agony.

“You… you actually… ah!”

The Black Moon hung low, and then completely enveloped Sajo’s body.

Flames burst forth, wildly devouring everything around them, yet soon, after consuming the energy of the Black Moon, that portion of energy did not convert into vitality for Sajo to absorb.

On the contrary, the more vigorously the flames burned and the more they consumed, the more rapidly the fire covering Sajo’s body collapsed.

“How is it possible?”

“Your body no longer has any vitality, how can such a person still be alive!”

Fear filled Sajo’s voice.

“You are no longer human, you are no longer human!”

Sajo shouted loudly.

Roger felt his eyes bloodshot; he struggled to perceive everything around him.

This might have been the only time Sword Master Cold Crow had taken action in the last twenty years.

Those who lived in the same era as him were probably long dead; many spoke of Sword Master Cold Crow’s strength, but no one knew how powerful he truly was.

At that moment, Roger perceived it.

Blood seeped from the corners of his eyes, he closed them, and when he opened them again, the darkness had vanished, and everything had returned to normal.

On the snowy ground lay nothing but a set of kneeling bone remains.

Such a powerful and imposing elder was killed on the spot by Sword Master Cold Crow, his flesh and blood consumed, leaving behind a ghastly death.

After so many years, with Sword Master Cold Crow in a state of decline, Sajo must have been confident in himself, but unfortunately, he overestimated his own abilities and underestimated his opponent.

Beside that, the cultivators who had stood behind Sajo had also vanished without exception, kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed in the snow, presenting a posture of submission to Sword Master Cold Crow.

Only one of Sajo’s disciples remained standing there.

The red-clothed woman who had attacked Roger just before.

“Go back and tell the Tengu Shrine that I am indeed about to die, but until the second before I draw my last breath, I have enough power to kill anyone!”

Bang!

The woman’s body was repelled by a force, rolling down from the mountain peak.

Watching the fiery red figure turn into a snowball, growing more and more distant, Roger turned his head.

“Do you blame me for not killing her?”

Asked Sword Master Cold Crow.

Roger shook his head but did not utter a word, for he knew Sword Master Cold Crow well enough to understand that the old man was anything but mercifully soft-hearted.

As expected.

“A messenger tool, but I left something special in her body; she will relentlessly make her way back to the Tengu Shrine.”

“After that, a life worse than death.”

Snow danced in the air, and everything at the mountain peak seemed to have returned to normal again.

Sword Master Cold Crow turned and stepped back into the room, “Roger, come in!”

No footprints were left on the snowy ground; from beginning to end, he had only taken one step outside the room.

Roger followed closely, and as soon as he stepped in, the door behind him automatically shut.

The screen blocking the doorway vanished, revealing the room’s furnishings.

Everything seemed unchanged from when he had left, but soon, Roger noticed something off about Sword Master Cold Crow.

With every step forward, the imposing aura of Sword Master Cold Crow declined, and his tall stature began to wither.

By the time he reached the low table where he usually drank, the mighty figure who had just effortlessly killed Fucanglong had disappeared, his body severely emaciated.

Roger even wondered if tearing away the skin beneath his clothes would reveal nothing but pale bones.

“Teacher…”

Roger furrowed his brow.

It was no exaggeration to think that the old man before him might die at any moment.

Remembering what Sajo had said just a short while ago, a bizarre thought sprang into Roger’s mind.

Lifelessness…

With his Guardian Spirit Fucanglong, Sajo definitely had the authority to speak on this matter–if he said there was no vitality, he would not have been mistaken.

Indeed, Roger felt that the old man sitting behind the low table was not a living person but a statue.

A sudden realization dawned on him.

Could it be that Sword Master Cold Crow was already dead? Then what was that tremendous power just now?

And what about the man before him now?

Roger’s gaze lowered slightly, his breathing became much more even.