Chapter 503: Butcher

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 blade.

Before the blade edge reached his body, Lu Guhong felt a huge suction force coming from his front, almost rolling his whole person in front of the blade edge to die.

He could only block.

But... could he block it?

Lu Guhong's mind was in chaos, but his judgment was exceptionally clear; even if his brain was in a mess, 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 had never thought he would die at the hands of a Japanese pirate who popped out of nowhere.

Clearly, he was a Heaven-Man expert.

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

Clearly, he had practiced Xuanlan, but before he could practice the Life Cultivation path and connect to his own divine ability, he was going to die inexplicably.

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

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

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

The blade edge slashed through the air, which was as sticky as glue.

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

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

*Snap. *

*Snap. *

*Snap. *

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

Lu Guhong closed his eyes.

The chill reached his face.

*CLANG!!! *——

Just as Lu Guhong stretched his neck to be slaughtered, prepared to die, a sound beyond imagination 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 being introduced into his brain along his skull.

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; the Great Goose Hall members fleeing within a range 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, covering their ears, losing their sanity.

Lu Guhong barely suppressed the severe pain turning over 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 soap-patterned boots, stepping in the blood. Further up was the profound black bear-skin cloak hanging to his knees, and broad shoulders.

*Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp. *

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

Loose front flap, left hand tucked into the front flap.

Moving up was the extended right hand, and the *naginata* blade tip that was tightly twisted and now trembling uncontrollably.

Moving up further, there were a few strands of long hair scattered and hanging down from the casually tied bun. A hooked corner of the mouth, a pair of pitch-black eyes, and two playful, raised sword-like eyebrows together formed a face he would never mistake.

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 have been great... then maybe you could have really given me a thrill."

Speaking of this, he actually showed a regretful expression.

"Pity, pity." ===== CHAPTER 504 =====