Coming Like Thunder, Withdrawing Its Wrath

Thump!!

When the two figures landed, their feet smashed into the concrete ground, creating several cracks.

One drew a knife, the other a sword; both exuded an equally astonishing aura.

However, they are very different in appearance.

The silver-haired old man carrying the knife was dressed in a suit, trousers, and leather shoes, looking very wealthy. However, he was covered in dozens of bloodstains, although most of the wounds had healed, leaving only tears in his clothes.

However, there are two or three other spots on his shoulder and side that are still bleeding and haven't had time to heal on their own.

The young man wielding the sword had eyebrows that appeared slightly raised, thick and long, as if he were exerting all his strength.

Apart from wisps of heat emanating from various parts of his body and his skin turning red, there was no visible injury whatsoever.

What were you laughing at just now?

Chu Tianshu exhaled a puff of white breath, feeling exceptionally cheerful amidst the singing.

"The Great Wall will never fall! Hahaha, it seems that even though the Ghost God have taken the initiative, they haven't shaken our world yet!"

Knowing there was no hope, Nie Longding's expression remained blank.

"Singing in this kind of setting? And it actually works here? The lyrics are even in the wrong order?"

Nie Longding shifted his gaze slightly and noticed the crowd.

"Your singing voice breaks the spell, Shen Yuntai, it really is you."

Shen Yuntai stared at him for a while, then said, "This song was chosen by A Jun."

"Uncle Nie."

Fang Jun's face didn't change much, but his expression between his eyebrows and eyes was so complex it resembled two dying silkworms.

It won't die until it sees late autumn, and even after seeing autumn, it's still unwilling to accept its fate.

Nie Longding had already withdrawn his gaze and was staring at Chu Tianshu, but he said, "A Jun, I really didn't expect to see you here, which was part of my plan."

"But I am..."

Fang Jun spoke with some difficulty, "I had dreamt about it long ago."

He was indeed the one who received the most true teachings from Nie Longding, and he even mastered the secret techniques of the two ghost cards.

He simply never went to search for the evil spirit or kept it by his side.

He wasn't afraid that he couldn't cure one or two evil spirits; he was afraid of his adoptive father.

If he really does keep two evil spirits by his side, then he really is too much like the successor of Nie Longding.

When the time comes, will there be anything in the business deal that Nie Longding entrusts to him that he absolutely cannot accept?

He had always been afraid of this.

Especially in the years before Nie Longding recovered from his serious illness.

Fang Jun sensed that his adoptive father seemed to have treated that serious illness as a kind of test, and after getting through it, he was even more spirited and determined.

That frightened him even more.

Therefore, he had indeed dreamed many times of encountering his adoptive father on the battlefield, even if not on a day like today, perhaps on some other occasion.

He can use waking up suddenly to escape the situation in his dream, without having to make a choice.

But reality eventually forced him back into his dreamlike state.

Fang Jun suddenly took a step forward.

"I honestly didn't know what choice I would make if I were standing opposite Uncle Nie."

"It seemed incredibly difficult, so I avoided it far too many times."

Nie Longding didn't take it seriously.

"You're just a child. You used to run away from the position I assigned to you, so you're not important in my business. Later, you avoided the art of soul cultivation, so your combat strength is insufficient. Therefore, you're not important here today either."

Nie Longding's voice was flat, yet it sounded like mockery.

"The most tragic thing is not that my child is my enemy, but that you don't even have the power to choose."

"Are you going to use weak words to plead for me with your boss or your partner?"

Fang Jun said calmly, "My choice isn't important, but I still have to make a choice."

"When I actually encountered something like this today, I realized that the answer was already in my heart; it can be summed up in just two sentences."

His hands hung down, each holding a playing card.

"Minister, please advise me on the best time to act."

This sentence was addressed to a senior, and another sentence was addressed to Nie Longding.

He was very serious. Even in a different setting, even if Nie Longding had the upper hand, he would still say the same thing.

"Father, please, fight this last battle of your life!"

Nie Longding's face was already deathly pale, but after hearing those words, it turned even paler.

"Okay, okay, A Jun, you're a grown-up now!"

"But your deck of cards is completely useless."

Suddenly, Nie Longding slashed off his own left arm.

The severed arm flew into the air, and blood gushed out.

In that instant, he held the sword across his chest, his expression unusually serene.

The swordsman's clothes seemed to overlap on his body, with his large sleeves fluttering.

Beneath the cherry blossom tree, I meditate, facing the blade.

He himself added a domineering aura to this strike that even the most skilled swordsman in his lifetime lacked.

Before five hundred men, he meditated, sword at his side.

BOOM!!!

The concrete ground cracked and sank five or six centimeters.

The one-armed swordsman, moving from utter stillness, thrusts straight forward with such agility that it seems he has not just abandoned an arm, but rather gravity itself.

With a swift, unstoppable thrust, the blade reached right in front of Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu's pupils contracted, and his right hand suddenly thrust out the long sword, which flew out of his grasp.

Choke!!

This sword pierced through the Nie Longding in mid-air.

The momentum of his forward thrust was completely neutralized, leaving a large hole in his chest from which blood sprayed out behind him.

His entire body flipped backward and crashed to the ground.

The Sanqi Divine Sword flew diagonally upwards, soaring far away and piercing into the boundary mist.

Because of the unique nature of the Overflow Zone, those that enter the fog will be shot back out of the fog.

As the divine sword returned, its speed gradually decreased, forming a parabola.

Finally, the sword, tip pointing downwards, was embedded in the sand not far behind Nie Longding's corpse.

People could roughly tell from what they heard that the old man wasn't a good person; he seemed to be the culprit.

However, the sight of the longsword flying through the air and piercing through their bodies was still a bit too much for them to handle.

Everyone instinctively moved back, taking a step further away from the large patch of blood.

After Chu Tianshu discovered that Nie Longding's self-healing power came from ghosts, he adopted a strategy of randomly firing a large number of "hidden weapons".

The ghosts' self-healing ability didn't arise out of thin air; Nie Longding needed to supply it with his Mind Power.

When the two of them jumped from the third floor, Nie Longding actually had almost no Mind Power or ghostly power left.

He severed his left arm, using the excruciating pain to stimulate his mind, also in order to maximize the release of the remaining power of the swordsman's soul.

This move was slightly unexpected by Chu Tianshu.

However, facing Chu Tianshu, who still had plenty of energy left, this strike was not a significant threat.

"So you could have made your move a long time ago."

Fang Jun looked at the corpse, but spoke to Chu Tianshu, sighing, "Was this a deliberate attempt to give me a chance to talk?"

"Am I such a sensitive person? Ha, it's just that my heel hurts a bit after jumping from the third floor. I need to catch my breath."

Chu Tianshu relaxed his body, tilted his head back and exhaled a long breath of hot air. The redness on his skin subsided slightly.

"But some things are indeed better said openly. If they weren't said at the time, they'll only become more and more unresolved later on."

Fang Jun said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, I had a great time today... Look over there, the fog's about to clear!"

Chu Tianshu glanced at the token screen, then looked at the boundary, and suddenly remembered something. He turned to find Shen Yuntai.

"By the way, Minister Shen."

"This time, there are over five hundred people just inside the Overflow Zone. The thick fog covers the building, so it's probably quite conspicuous from the outside."

"So, can we still cover up the supernatural cases now?"

Shen Yuntai was initially pleased that such a major incident had been resolved without causing many civilian casualties, and he was waving to the six bodyguards on the third floor.

Upon hearing this, her face suddenly turned sour.

(End of this chapter)