Three Inches of Drawn Sword, a Severed Head
Waaaaah!!
The main entrance of the reception building resembled a giant, dark blue firework being released into the outside world.
Every point of light from this firework stopped in mid-air.
This allows one to see clearly that each of those points of light is actually a living person holding a banner to summon souls.
All the guests invited today were lifted up by a cold wind and floated in the air, their suits and ties fluttering in the wind, and the large flags in their hands waving in the wind.
Madam Mala, who had just been furious, was also led by her bodyguards and rushed out to hide.
The distribution of the guests resembled a giant net or a military formation arrayed high in the sky.
Around each person, numerous ghostly blue figures appeared, flickering in and out of focus.
Every time the blue light appeared, ghostly figures filled the sky, densely packed.
Each time it dimmed, the number of people in the air was sparse, less than a hundred.
Inside the building, Anthony and Jon both had their brows furrowed, and even Chen Taozhi looked unhappy.
It wasn't the change in the situation that made Chen Taozhi upset, but rather the immense mental pressure that seemed to permeate every inch of the surrounding air, making her feel as if she were underwater.
What's even more unbearable is that these pressures are constantly fluctuating.
Under this influence, every sound of the wind from the outside world sounds like a ghostly wail when it hits your eardrums.
Sharp, high-pitched, it came from the farthest distance and went away in an instant, incredibly fast and terrifyingly intense.
Like an endless howl, it was passing through the manor, bringing an even more terrifying sense of oppression even before it made a direct impact.
It was as if if anything outside shifted the queue even slightly, caused even the slightest disturbance, or even just a slight bump, the entire building, along with all the life inside, would be pulverized.
"The Tianshan Murder King?"
Chu Tianshu's expression turned somewhat displeased.
"I only cleared out some dregs, and they actually gave me this crazy old man title."
His figure suddenly faded and disappeared down the stairs.
Adams, a silver-haired, white-bearded man, hovered above the manor, his heart filled with boundless pride.
This year, centered around the San Francisco Bay Area, everyone formed a mutual guarantee alliance, free from the constraints of the Audit Bureau and the guys behind the military, ready to raise their value.
Since Anthony was the one who initially spearheaded the discussion, he naturally became almost the leader.
The silver-haired man had long been dissatisfied with this, but had not found a suitable opportunity.
This time, Anthony has lost his mind. The guy he invited to cooperate with is so arrogant. It's the perfect opportunity to take his place.
And that Chu Tianshu, today I'm going to beat you to your knees and see who is truly strong among modern humans!
"Chu Tianshu!!"
The silver-haired man roared, "Do you dare come out? You—"
Before he could finish speaking, the silver-haired man suddenly felt as if something had struck his eyeballs, nasal cavity, and mouth.
His vision was impaired, and he saw stars. Small yellow lights flashed and moved everywhere in his field of vision, and he felt dizzy deep in his eyes.
Chu Tianshu appeared among these Venus stars.
Because of his incredible speed, Chu Tianshu deliberately didn't suppress his aura when he reached his target.
Therefore, a powerful pressure directly impacted the silver-haired man.
However, Chu Tianshu had already estimated that at least 99% of this pressure would be absorbed by the ghost soldiers' Mind Power.
Otherwise, given the physical strength of this silver-haired man, he should have already been torn to shreds.
"Who gave me that nickname? Was it you?"
The silver-haired man didn't hear Chu Tianshu's question clearly; his mind was already in shock. He then gave orders to the ghosts.
He released some of the ghost soldiers to guard him, and hid others inside the banners for any eventuality.
Chu Tianshu suddenly appeared, and the ghost soldiers guarding outside didn't even have time to react before being pushed back by the invisible pressure, forming an empty circle.
The only ones usable now are the demons still inside the banner.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of dark blue arms emerged from the flag, moving with incredible speed, their ghostly claws tearing through the air as they reached for Chu Tianshu.
Although the ghosts were not as fast as Chu Tianshu, their claws were still quite fast.
But just as these ghostly claws reached out, Chu Tianshu's left hand also flashed.
His entire left arm felt as light as a feather, moving with the speed of a fleeting glimpse of light; a red glow appeared at the tip of his index finger, like the tip of an incense stick.
Dozens of ghostly hands, like a cluster of dark blue wildflowers.
Chu Tianshu's finger flew through the flowers and landed instantly on the "ground," which was the flag itself.
That tiny, red glow, like the tip of an incense stick, caused the flag to shake violently, becoming as taut as a rectangular wooden board.
Dozens of ghostly hands suddenly severed from the flag, as if the connection between the inside and outside had been cut off, and the arms vanished on the spot.
The ghosts inside the flag felt a terrifying heat sealing the flag's surface, and for a moment they were unable to break free.
After Chu Tianshu pointed at the banner, he flicked his finger and pressed it onto the silver-haired man's forehead.
Those who practice the Banner Contract Art possess combat strength far exceeding their cultivation level.
Even if their true form is an ordinary person, they might faint due to anger or agitation, but this is an inherent flaw. Their external protection, however, is comprehensive.
Whether it's a physical attack or a mental attack, it will be blocked by the ghostly Mind Power on their bodies.
The silver-haired man, who already possessed considerable cultivation, was able to command ghosts during his cultivation, weaving their Mind Power into his body.
Even when he is briefly disconnected from the ghosts, this protective layer of Mind Power still surrounds him and can still function.
However, the moment Chu Tianshu pressed his finger against the silver-haired man's forehead, he almost wished that the protective layer of Mind Power didn't exist.
Because he clearly felt that the moment Chu Tianshu's finger brushed down from his forehead, his Mind Power protective layer was like thin steel wires, all of which were cut off by the serrated demonic blade.
The blade was way too close to me!!
From the forehead to the bridge of the nose, in an instant, it cleaved open the chest.
He didn't know if he was dead or alive.
I don't know if that finger only split the protective layer, or if it cut through the skin and severed the bone and soul.
It was impossible to tell whether that piercing "clang!!!" sound was the protective layer being torn apart or the soul being chopped in two.
This agony between life and death stretched a fleeting moment into an endless hell.
For the silver-haired man, it would be better to die completely and be done with it.
His pupils trembled and turned ashen, instantly losing their luster under the torment of the Saber Intent.
Chu Tianshu's figure suddenly scattered like hundreds of layers of paper-cut window decorations, startled by the strong wind.
Hundreds of delicate paper-cut window decorations, all identical, appear to be a single piece, but in the instant they are blown away, they split into hundreds.
The changes happening to Chu Tianshu were also evident to the surrounding guests.
He suddenly appeared in front of the silver-haired man, stood still, and then, from the solitary figure, hundreds of figures sprayed out.
This is just an illusion caused by the speed of the movement.
However, Chu Tianshu's current mastery of the waveforms of heaven and earth allows him to move at such high speeds in physical form with a leisurely and graceful demeanor, as if riding the wind.
Only at the very moment he was close to the target did his finger touch the flagpole.
The high-speed movement and disrupted air pressure gathered at the fingertips before being ejected.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!
To onlookers, it was as if everyone had a Chu Tianshu in front of them, and everyone had been touched by Chu Tianshu's finger.
The burst of high-pressure white airflow from his fingertips instantly blasted these people to pieces, sending them flying and spinning as they plummeted to various parts of the manor.
The lingering shadows in the night sky vanished, leaving only long, narrow white streaks that lingered for a long time, crisscrossing and Zongheng.
With Chu Tianshu's current mastery of the "Mountain Collapse Combat Calculation," the same finger can be used to make a sword, a knife, or a finger technique that controls qi and gathers power.
Jon looked at the people in the air, being blown away like garbage bags, and was at a loss for words.
Anthony asked in a daze, "They're not all dead, are they?"
Chu Tianshu swooped down from the sky and landed lightly in front of Madam Mala.
Madam Mala's bodyguard's hands were trembling.
"Among you, six are possessed by Evil Spirit; four are hidden within the banners, and two reside within the brains."
Chu Tianshu's gaze was intense, and the slight annoyance he had felt earlier because of the nickname had vanished from his face, replaced by a slightly satisfied and happy expression.
"I changed the finger technique I used to strike those six people to icy finger power, and when I went to bring them back afterwards, those six icy lumps were easy to distinguish."
Anthony felt relieved upon hearing this.
They were actually distinguishing between spies.
He thought Chu Tianshu simply wanted to find an excuse to beat everyone up.
But you—
Chu Tianshu continued speaking, his gaze fixed on Madam Mala, "You don't even have the chance to turn into a block of ice."
Madam Mala suddenly opened her eyes and sprang to her feet.
The bodyguard's expression changed drastically; he sensed something was wrong with his employer and wished he had never been there.
How did you find me?
Madam Mala tidied her hair. She was round and plump, but her voice was very pleasant, and it had an extra touch of allure that made people's tempers flare up.
"Your acting is too exaggerated."
Chu Tianshu laughed, "Those who studied the secret techniques of contracts, although their cultivation levels are indeed relatively poor, were recruited by Anthony, so their previous status must have been quite high. How could they be so naive as to faint so easily from anger?"
Madam Mala's eyes lit up.
Everyone assumes that an obese woman must be more foolish and irrational than the average person, and prone to screaming, getting angry, and breaking down like a pig when faced with problems.
"Mr. Chu is truly rare; he seems completely unaffected by such discrimination—"
Chu Tianshu said calmly, "I discriminate against Evil Spirit."
"Evil Spirit? What's wrong with them becoming God's servants?"
Madam Mala was engulfed in a deep red glow from head to toe.
"God is far more fair than humans; He only judges how cunning and cruel you are, not how you look."
"God can easily grant your wishes according to the sacrifices offered!"
Where the firelight had burned, Madam Mala had completely changed her appearance; her black leather boots trod on the ground, and large swaths of her deep red skin were exposed to the air.
She was tall and slender with a voluptuous figure, her body covered only by a small amount of black leather covering her chest and waist.
"You----"
Madam Mala's voice was soft, her small, sharp teeth gently biting her lower lip, and her dark golden eyes were filled with self-admiration.
The two black horns on her forehead exuded charm, and her golden hair cascaded down to her waist like flowing gold.
Don't you like me this way?
The bodyguard beside him had completely forgotten his earlier fear and shrewdness.
Jon and the others also found it hard to look away, a hint of infatuation flashing in their eyes.
If Jon were to meet such a witch directly, he might not be so easily bewitched, given his strength.
However, the witch transformed before their very eyes, a metamorphosis from ugliness to allure, an attraction that was almost a matter of life itself.
Everyone has that yearning; the strong strive to be stronger, and the beautiful strive to be more beautiful.
Strength and beauty are sometimes the same thing.
Even the ghost soldiers who had just been released with the Soul-Summoning Banner and were still dangling in mid-air all showed expressions of fascination.
The Shared Karma Contract cannot stop them from appreciating beautiful things.
The witch's gaze lingered only on Chu Tianshu, her eyes sparkling.
Are you going to discriminate against me because of this?
"I've finished watching."
Chu Tianshu uttered three words, then held the sword sheath with his left hand and held it horizontally in front of him.
The demoness's expression changed, and she abruptly retreated.
Bass!!!
Chu Tianshu flicked his thumb, and the divine sword was drawn three inches from its sheath.
A glint of light flashed from the sword, which was positioned directly across the witch's neck.
The witch felt a chill in her throat; her protective demonic flames failed to activate in time, and her head was sprayed into the air with thick, bright red blood.
Chu Tianshu made a gesture, and as the head that had been sprayed into the air fell, it naturally drew an arc and approached.
Her blood-stained blonde hair appeared even more vibrant as Chu Tianshu grabbed her.
A few strands of hair fell beside the witch's face; her soul was trapped inside her head, her eyes were vacant, and her lips moved in and out.
Why?
Why can't it be stopped?
Chu Tianshu chuckled, "You dare stand in front of me for so long, and even transform? I've even calculated the weight of every single one of your bones."
"Your protective magic can't stop my sword, of course."
A sword drawn three inches can sever a person's head.
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