Chapter 650
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Chapter 650: “Black Rope” Blade Soul
The black blade clashed with the water dragon in mid-air, unleashing a violent gale. The power of the two Huo Jin swords was released without reservation, and the torrential rain nearly submerged their figures completely.
Clang—!!
Han Chuan Si and Yu Gong Qing Hui both retreated simultaneously, moving to the edge of the gradually extinguishing fire scene.
Han Chuan Si’s brows were tightly furrowed; just as he was about to take action, a figure in a black and red floral bathrobe appeared like a ghost behind him in the rain.
Two straight swords whistled through the air, slicing toward his neck with astonishing speed.
The “Black Rope” blocked behind him in a flash, but the force contained in those two swords was too strong, sending Han Chuan Si flying backward. He felt as if a speeding truck had collided head-on with him, leaving his arms numb!
How could this guy be so strong?
Han Chuan Si looked at Lin Qi Ye, who was wielding the dual swords, and that thought flashed through his mind. The next moment, the ground beneath him exploded, and several thick branches burst forth like tentacles, wrapping around his body in the blink of an eye, pinning him like a crucifix in mid-air.
Han Chuan Si’s pupils suddenly constricted!
What are these things?
Branches bursting from the ground, new Huo Jin swords?
Before he could comprehend, a large number of bandages loosened from Lin Qi Ye’s back, and two silvery, mounted missiles hovered in mid-air, aimed directly at Han Chuan Si, who was pinned in the air by the ancient tree demon, their tails spewing blinding flames!
Whoosh—!!
The two missiles tore through the air, heading straight for Han Chuan Si’s face!
In an instant, a massive shadow appeared before Han Chuan Si!
Boom—!!!
The two missiles exploded simultaneously, and the searing fireball rapidly expanded in mid-air, engulfing several buildings beneath it, as if a blazing sun had risen in the dark night of Osaka, with heat waves sweeping through countless skyscrapers.
Yu Gong Qing Hui blended into the rain, appearing in the distance. If he remained in his original position, the explosion’s power would also affect him.
He looked up at the sky, his brow slightly furrowed.
He saw that the branches that had been entangling Han Chuan Si had been severed. Amidst the roaring flames, a hundred-meter-tall black stone statue quietly floated in the air, holding a massive black blade with its arms crossed, the blade standing upright in front of its chest, like a guardian of an ancient secret hidden for a thousand years.
It was this statue that had withstood the direct impact of the two missiles for Han Chuan Si.
“The sword soul of ‘Black Rope’…” Yu Gong Qing Hui murmured to himself.
It was the first time he had seen the sword soul of “Black Rope.” Unlike the sword souls of other Huo Jin swords he had encountered, this sword soul did not seem like a living being but radiated a terrifying wave of power.
Lin Qi Ye also gazed at the statue, frowning in thought.
The black statue gradually faded into a phantom, and the near-death Han Chuan Si completely lost his will to fight. Just one Yu Gong Qing Hui was already giving him a headache, and now there was also Lin Qi Ye, who had astonishing combat power and could casually launch missiles and control plants. He simply could not be a match.
But he couldn’t understand how Yu Gong Qing Hui had gotten mixed up with Lin Qi Ye.
Han Chuan Si forcefully stepped on the edge of the building, agilely leaping into the chaotic gang battlefield. He quickly mounted a motorcycle that had its keys left in, twisting the throttle. Amidst the deafening roar, he sped toward the city center!
As long as he reached a crowded area, Lin Qi Ye would likely not dare to use missiles, greatly increasing his chances of escaping.
Seeing Han Chuan Si attempting to flee on the motorcycle, Yu Gong Qing Hui frowned, blending into the rain and quickly pursuing!
The motorcycle sped down the street, darting past the vehicles set up as barricades by the Black Kill Group, plunging into the darkness ahead under the dazzling headlights!
“Hmm?”
As Han Chuan Si zipped past Shen Qing Zhu, the latter raised an eyebrow slightly. He turned to look, his gaze landing on Han Chuan Si fleeing on the motorcycle, his eyes narrowing.
He casually opened the car door beside him, pulled out a sniper rifle from under the seat, loaded a bullet, and slowly raised the gun in the rain…
Shen Qing Zhu spat out the cigarette from his mouth, pressed his eye against the scope, and after a moment, pulled the trigger!
Bang—!!
The bullet flashed with a chilling gleam, bursting forth from the pitch-black muzzle, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the misty rain, directly exploding the motorcycle’s fuel tank!
A fireball erupted at the end of the dark road!
After the motorcycle exploded, the terrifying force sent Han Chuan Si flying, the burning flames sweeping over his body, scorching large patches of skin. After rolling twice on the ground, he collapsed awkwardly in the rain.
“Big leader is awesome!!”
“Big leader is the best!!!!”
“…”
This shot stunned the other members of the Black Kill Group. They were momentarily dazed before erupting into frenzied cheers, their eyes filled with admiration and respect for Shen Qing Zhu!
What a great shot!
Yu Gong Qing Hui witnessed this shot firsthand and couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
The invader from Da Xia is indeed different!
Taking advantage of Han Chuan Si’s severe injury, Yu Gong Qing Hui’s figure emerged from the rain. Han Chuan Si was about to endure the pain and draw his sword when he was kicked on the wrist, causing the “Black Rope” to fly out of his hand!
Han Chuan Si winced in pain, struggling to stand up from the ground. The next moment, a figure quietly appeared behind him, a straight sword already pressed against his neck.
Lin Qi Ye held the sword, the blade mere millimeters from cutting his throat, and calmly spoke:
“At this distance, even if you summon the sword soul, it won’t be in time to save you.”
Feeling the pain on his neck, Han Chuan Si gritted his teeth. After struggling for a moment, he ultimately gave up resisting.
“What are your terms?” Han Chuan Si said coldly. “To give up pursuing the daughter of Yuzu Kurozawa? I can agree to that. The entire Han Chuan family will no longer have any dealings with her…”
Yu Gong Qing Hui and Lin Qi Ye exchanged glances, the former asking:
“How do you know about the royal blood?”
Upon hearing this question, Han Chuan Si was taken aback. He hesitated before saying, “If I tell you, will you let me go?”
Yu Gong Qing Hui frowned, and before he could respond, Lin Qi Ye nodded, “Yes.”
Han Chuan Si let out a slight sigh of relief.
“It was a secret letter from the old family head… The previous head of the Han Chuan family, my grandfather, sent me a letter detailing the royal blood of Yuzu Kurozawa and the news of her recent assassination in Osaka, instructing me to mobilize personnel to recover the royal blood and find the whereabouts of his Huo Jin sword.”
“Your grandfather?” Yu Gong Qing Hui’s frown deepened. “Han Chuan Ji Li was a generation of people. If he were still alive, he should be over a hundred years old by now.”
