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Chapter 938 - 594: Kill (4K)

Chapter 938: Chapter 594: Kill (4K)

From the start of the battle to its complete end, it took less than a minute.

Seven Japanese Transcendents of no mean strength died at the hands of Li Changhe and Qiu Wentian.

Not knowing the details was their greatest, and most fatal, conceit.

They died from ignorance!

In fact, if those seven had been cautious enough to keep their distance and used shuriken or short bows for suppressive fire, and coordinated with what’s called God Speed Iai, perhaps they could have caused a bit of trouble for Li Changhe and Qiu Wentian.

But they refused to believe that two teenagers, young in age, could possess a combat strength that looked down upon them.

They could not accept that years of hard training to hone their skills would be inferior to two little ghosts from Hua Country they had never heard of.

And then, they died.

Li Changhe, as the Great Tang’s Tian Ce General, the unrivaled king on the Battle Power Rankings, had an extremely high physical strength. Even without using any skills, so what?

The spirits of no less than a hundred who died by his blade at close quarters. Directly overpowering them with Black Mud Divinity, slicing through both person and blade.

As for Qiu Wentian, a sword master who had been through several supernatural wars, she was no less of a killer than Li Changhe!

Her Title Skill, Northern Ocean Ship-Slicer, was earned during the Battle of Jiawu, where she, in collaboration with a full-fledged expert, killed a powerful Japanese Transcendent.

Afterward, she even seized from that Japanese Transcendent the famous Hua Country sword, Bingzi Jiaolin!

In terms of seniority, Qiu Wentian had fought and won against the ancestors, or even the predecessors of these Japanese Transcendents. Flaunting a katana before her was simply too conceited.

At this time, Alon had just managed to flee to the back door with Luo Qiao.

They didn’t even understand what had happened; they only knew that after the androgynous man shouted something in Japanese, he urged them to leave immediately or they would die.

Alon did not doubt this at all, as the androgynous man’s methods were sophisticated, and his actions were dangerously abnormal.

Alon himself had some sense that the items his company was smuggling this time were not the usual illegal goods but something far more deadly. Although Alon was not a Transcendent, he had an inkling of the situation.

He knew that being plucked from prison meant he had become a tool for others.

But he didn’t care. Working for these Transcendents provided money and power, and he lived a comfortable life.

However, he also knew that he was now facing a threat even more dangerous than the police.

For this reason, he had specifically arranged his office on the second floor, to have a better chance of escape if something really did happen.

So, he only hoped that the Japanese men and his employees, brought in by the androgynous man, could buy him some extra time to escape.

Unfortunately, those seven Japanese Transcendents, in order to keep the secret transport route of the Divine Corpse from the Extraordinary Association, had killed a large number of company staff, denying themselves the chance to blend into the crowd.

When Alon and Luo Qiao ran down to the first floor, they happened to see Li Changhe pulling out Yamamoto’s heart from behind. By that moment, not a single employee was standing on this floor.

Many employees had been killed by Japanese Transcendents, their necks severed, bisected at the waist, skewered through the back of the head with shuriken, pierced through the heart... corpses were everywhere.

For the sake of keeping the Divine Corpse’s transport route hidden from the Extraordinary Association, the Japanese Transcendents had silenced witnesses with the most brutal and effective means.

Looking at the two young people standing atop the corpses, like demons, even Alon, who often did evil deeds, was pale with fear, almost to the point of vomiting.

And Luo Qiao fared even worse, collapsing to the ground, incontinent from fear.

Li Changhe, with his keen senses, naturally noticed them too.

In fact, during the battle, his energy perception had never left the two of them. He wasn’t here for the Japanese Transcendents.

Just as he said at the beginning, he had entered this Task specifically to kill this bastard!

He picked up Yamamoto’s katana and walked towards the two men.

"These guys are really troublesome... I just wanted to slaughter the two of you. They rushed out hollering and met their deaths." As Li Changhe walked toward them, a detached smile appeared on his face, "Gentlemen, I have prepared a variety of ways for you to die. You must hold on, alright?"

That was the smile of an Evil God.

[Black Mud Divinity: 2990/3010]

A calm yet pure murderous intent washed over the two men like a tsunami.

Before Alon and Luo Qiao, who were hardest hit by this intent, countless ghosts howled behind Li Changhe. They wore unusual attire, some clad in modern military gear, some in thick metal armor, and others were all sorts of monstrous and frightful creatures.

Qiu Wentian seemed to see something and couldn’t help but gently shake her head.

She didn’t have much interaction with Li Changhe. They had fought side by side in the [Battle of the Seven Kings], but they indeed hadn’t had much contact otherwise.

Although they occasionally quibbled during this Task, Qiu Wentian could faintly sense that though the Archer seemed a goof on the surface, when he displayed killing intent, that undeniable deterrent force was truly that of a peerless god of death.

"This is Soldier indeed, the broken blade... The existence most regarded with caution by generations of transcendental sects," Qiu Wentian thought, "Tsk, just too timid. Isn’t it just to ask a question? It’s not like it’s life-threatening, all the dawdling... And yet ’the Crownless King’. Not very magnanimous."

She was unaware that this question was extremely deadly for Li Changhe. Even if he were to immediately ascend the throne and turn into an Evil God, he still wouldn’t dare to ask...

As opposed to the daydreaming Qiu Wentian, the other two felt as if they were in hell.