The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 503 The Butcher's Knife
Lu Guhong was not only within the giant's attack range, but he was even within the range of the naginata itself.

Moreover, he couldn't dodge that blow.

Before the blade even touched him, Lü Guhong felt a tremendous suction force coming from in front of him, almost pulling him to his death in front of the blade.

You can only accept it.

But... can I handle it?
Lu Guhong's mind was in turmoil, but his judgment was remarkably clear. No matter how confused he was, he could not deduce the second outcome.

"I can't take it..."

Lu Guhong made a desperate judgment.

He had imagined dying at the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, at the hands of Li Miao, or even from the backlash of the Gu worms... but he never imagined he would die at the hands of a Japanese man who appeared out of nowhere.

He was clearly a celestial being.

He had finally managed to escape the control of the cult leader... no, the demoness.

He had clearly mastered the Profound Insight technique, but before he could cultivate a path of life cultivation and connect it to his own divine abilities, he was about to die inexplicably.

He didn't even have time to establish his own business or restore his own name before he was to die as "Lü Guhong"... For the first thirty years of his life, he was controlled by a demoness. He had only lived for himself for two years before he was to die under an identity that did not belong to him.

Until the moment of his death, he never once lived a day as himself.

"Lu Guhong" dissipated his true energy and no longer attempted to resist.

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

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

He seemed to be trying to withdraw his strength and retract the strike. But unlike his previous effortless control, the power of this strike far exceeded his own control. Even with all his might, he could only slow the speed of the blade down by a barely perceptible amount.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The bodies that had been swept by the blade before Lü Guhong burst open one after another like soap bubbles, as if counting down, one by one until Lü Guhong was reached.

Lü Guhong closed his eyes.

A chill was in the air.

clang!!!--

Just as Lü Guhong was about to be executed and prepared to die, an unimaginable explosion suddenly erupted in front of him!

"what--!"

The eardrum was punctured in an instant.

Just as Lü Guhong was about to scream out in agony, he lost his hearing in the next instant, with only a faint sound entering his brain through his skull.

But even this slight sound was enough to turn his mind upside down.

Plop, plop, plop.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground echoed around them. The fleeing members of the Wild Goose Hall within a radius of several dozen feet all lost their balance and collapsed to the ground. Those closer to the scene bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot, while those further away covered their ears, screamed, and rolled around, losing their minds.

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

Right in front of him was a pair of boots.

Black soap-patterned boots, treading on blood. Above that is a dark black bearskin cloak that reaches to the knees, and broad shoulders.

Thump thump thump.

Lu Guhong, who was prepared to die, was suddenly terrified and turned pale. He involuntarily took several steps back, tripped by his broken leg, and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, with a sliver of hope, he continued to look upwards.

The front of the shirt was loose, and the left hand was tucked inside it.

Above it was an outstretched right hand, and the blade of the naginata, which was being tightly gripped and was now trembling incessantly.

Above that, a few strands of long hair fell loosely from the casually tied bun. A slightly upturned corner of his mouth, a pair of eyes as black as ink, and two playful, raised eyebrows together formed a face that he would never mistake.

A face that occupied more than 80% of his nightmares.

The face smiled as it spoke.

"Yeah, that's powerful."

"It's just a bit clumsy, a bit rough, and the strength is a bit loose. If you had mastered the technique, that would be great... maybe I could really have a go at it."

At this point, he actually showed a genuine expression of regret.

"What a pity, what a pity." He seemed to remember something and turned to glance at Lü Guhong.

That one glance snapped Lü Guhong out of his daze.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly turned around, fell forward and onto the ground, burying his face completely in the blood, as if trying to drown himself.

Li Miao narrowed his eyes.

"A direct descendant of the Ming Cult... Did you just use the Mysterious Heaven Finger and the Great Nine Heavens Palm? I haven't seen these two martial arts in over two years. They really remind me of my youthful days when I first ventured into the martial world."

"Kneel down properly, I'll torture you again later."

Lu Guhong shuddered, but answered with utmost respect and despair.

"Yes... sir."

Li Miao smiled.

"Although you Ming Cult brats do no human things, you always have a way of saying things that are quite pleasant to hear."

Without further comment on Lü Guhong, Li Miao turned his head, but instead of looking directly at the giant who was struggling to regain his weapon, he scanned his surroundings before asking with a smile.

"Japanese?"

"Who gave you permission to come to my Central Plains and kill people?"

He hadn't expected the giant to answer, since the giant had never spoken the Central Plains language before and didn't seem like he could understand it.

But the next moment, the giant, while struggling to pull on the handle of his sword, spoke in a rough, abrasive, and strangely accented Central Plains dialect.

"Your Excellency... didn't you also stand idly by?"

"Now you're saying I committed murder?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Can it speak human language?"

The giant did not answer.

Li Miao suddenly let go, and the giant stumbled unexpectedly, but finally managed to snatch back the weapon.

The moment he retrieved his weapon, he swung his naginata around in a flash, trying to pinpoint Li Miao's location since Li Miao had disappeared sometime earlier.

But when the naginata spun around and returned to the right side, there was absolutely no sensation.

"not coming?"

The giant was surprised.

But just then, a voice came from mid-air to his right.

"You say that because I stood by and did nothing, I have no right to accuse you of murder?"

"You're wrong. One thing at a time."

The giant was startled and turned to look.

Li Miao had somehow found himself standing on the edge of the blade, hands behind his back, head bowed, smiling at him.

He swung his sword sharply, trying to sweep Li Miao away.

As the blade spun, Li Miao's figure blurred and disappeared.

But just as his blade stopped sweeping to the left, a sudden vibration came from the handle, tearing his hand open and causing blood to gush out. He tried to swing the naginata, but could not move it at all.

Li Miao planted one foot firmly into the ground with the blade, and shook his finger at him with a smile.

"One yard owned by a yard."

“Everyone here deserves to die, so I’m happy to save my energy if someone else does it for me. It would be better to just stand by and watch.”

“But even if it is a beast, it is still a beast of my Central Plains.”

"Who gave you the right to kill me, you lowly scum?"

click!
Li Miao suddenly exerted force with his feet.

The blade disappeared completely into the ground.

"Are you worthy?"

(End of this chapter)