Chapter 447

Lu Guhong was not only within the giant's attack range, he was even within the distance that the naginata itself could reach.

And, he couldn't dodge this strike.

Before the blade reached his body, Lu Guhong felt a huge suction force coming from in front of him, almost wanting to roll him to the front of the blade to die.

He could only block.

But... could he block it?

Lu Guhong's mind was in turmoil, but his judgment was exceptionally clear; even if his brain was messy, he couldn't calculate a second result.

"Can't block it..."

Lu Guhong made a judgment in despair.

He had thought he would die at the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, thought he would die at the hands of Li Miao, and thought he would die from the backlash of the Gu insects... But he never thought he would die at the hands of a Japanese who popped out for no reason.

Clearly, he was a Heavenly Human.

Clearly, he had finally escaped the control of the Cult Leader... no, the demoness.

Clearly, he had practiced Profound Observation, but before he could practice a life-cultivation path and connect to his own divine strangeness, he was going to die for no reason.

He didn't even have time to create his own foundation or restore his name, and was going to die under the identity of "Lu Guhong"... For the first thirty years of his life, he was controlled by the demoness, and just after living for himself for two years, he was going to die under an identity that didn't belong to him.

Until the moment of death, he hadn't lived as himself for a single day.

"Lu Guhong" dissipated his true Qi, no longer trying to resist.

The blade passed through the air, which was as stagnant as glue.

He could even see the giant's face suddenly turn red.

It seemed he wanted to withdraw his strength, to withdraw this strike. But unlike the previous ease of release and withdrawal, the power exerted by this strike now far exceeded his own control; even if he tried his best, he only slowed the speed of the blade by an imperceptible amount.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

The human bodies that had been swept by the blade before Lu Guhong exploded one after another like soap bubbles, as if counting down, counting one by one to Lu Guhong.

Lu Guhong closed his eyes.

The coldness reached in front of him.

Clang!!!

Just as Lu Guhong stretched his neck to be slaughtered, prepared to die, a huge sound that was hard to imagine exploded in front of him!

"Ah—!"

His eardrums were pierced in an instant.

Lu Guhong instinctively wanted to scream, but the next instant he lost his hearing, with only a little sound following his skull into his brain.

But just this little sound had already turned his brain upside down.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from all around, and the Wild Goose Hall members fleeing within a radius of dozens of zhang lost their balance in unison and fell to the ground. Those closer bled from their seven orifices and died on the spot, and even those further away screamed and rolled, losing their sanity.

Lu Guhong barely suppressed the severe pain in his brain, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the ground in front of him.

Right in front of him, there was a pair of boots.

Black patterned boots, stepping in the blood. Further up was the dark mysterious bear-fur cloak hanging to his knees, broad shoulders.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Lu Guhong, who was prepared to die, was scared pale, his feet retreating several steps involuntarily, and he was tripped by half a broken leg, sitting on the ground with a thud, and then, with a trace of luck, moved his gaze upward.

Loose front, left hand tucked into the front.

Further up was the extended right hand, and the naginata blade that was tightly pinched and was now trembling uncontrollably.

Further up, there were a few strands of long hair scattered from the casually tied hair bun. A raised corner of the mouth, a pair of pupils black as ink, and two playful raised sword-like eyebrows together formed a face he would never recognize wrongly.

A face that occupied more than eighty percent of his nightmares.

That face said with a smile.

"Hmm, strong enough."

"It's just a bit stupid, a bit rough, and the strength is a bit loose. If you had practiced the 'Jiezi', that would be good... then maybe it could really make me addicted."

Speaking of this, he actually showed a look of regret.

"Pity, pity."