l gathered around them.Xiao Yu, standing at the back of the crowd, looked at these people. These should be the patients' relatives! Judging from their expensive clothing and confident demeanor—youthfu...Chapter 642: Nighttime Carnage (Part 2)
"Puh..." When all the ghosts turned into black mist and vanished, these onmyoji spat out blood simultaneously. They never expected that the shiki they had painstakingly raised would be so easily eradicated by Xiao Yu.
"Bastard..." After spitting up blood, the onmyoji took a few steps back, their faces twisted in rage as they stared at Xiao Yu and let out a furious roar.
"Clank... Kill..." Following their fury, these onmyoji drew their katana from their waists and slashed at Xiao Yu with raised blades.
Seeing the rushing onmyoji, Xiao Yu did not take them seriously. Without the shiki to bolster them, they were even weaker than ordinary ninjas.
"Hmph!" Xiao Yu sneered at the onmyoji and rushed towards them with his blade raised.
A few streaks of cold light flashed as Xiao Yu crossed blades with the onmyoji in an instant.
'Silent and swift!' Even though they had clashed, there was no sound made. Nevertheless, their faces were filled with shock; they exchanged glances but could only see disbelief mirrored back at them.
"Puh... Puh..." After about three seconds, blood spurted from their throats without a sound as the onmyoji fell stiffly to the ground—only regret gleamed in their eyes.
They never expected that this trip to China would become their tomb. They had come with grand ambitions and promised to bring back genuine Muramasa blades if they were found.
This time, though they met a true Muramasa blade, it was impossible for them to take the sword home.
Soon, several black shadows emerged from their corpses. These shadows bore an uncanny resemblance to the bodies lying on the ground, clearly representing their souls.
The shadows lingered in mid-air with puzzled expressions before gradually regaining awareness and staring at Xiao Yu fearfully, who was standing there holding his sword.
When they came this time, it was because they heard Kōzawa Jirō mention that there were ghosts here, and so they strengthened their forces; even five Onmyoji were dispatched, all for a successful outcome. However, since arriving at Xiao Yu's villa until now, less than six minutes have passed, during which the five Chunin and five Onmyoji alike met their demise.
Thus, even in ghost form, they couldn't help but show shock on their faces.
Suddenly, these ninja and Onmyoji spirits recalled Xiao Yu's extermination of those Shiki-Oni. They let out a strange howl and drifted far away.
But as soon as they flew for a short distance, they suddenly felt an irresistible force pulling them back from behind, preventing their escape no matter how hard they tried, causing them to retreat further.
"Ahhh...." These ninja's ghosts, realizing they couldn't break free from the pull, turned around and saw Xiao Yu's enormous head stretching several feet wide. They let out a terrified cry from their throats.
Not only did these spirits feel this way; even the two cultivators outside of Xiao Yu’s villa were pale with fear.
When Xiao Yu first exterminated those Shiki-Oni, they assumed it was thanks to that sword. But upon seeing his current appearance, they truly felt frightened by what exceeded their understanding.
Moreover, when Xiao Yu's ghostly head emerged from the top of his head and appeared several feet wide, both of them felt an eerie chill run through their souls. When Xiao Yu’s ghost inhaled, it seemed as if their souls were about to float out.
Hence, feeling this situation, they quickly calmed themselves down.
"Ahhh...." Xiao Yu's ghostly head suddenly exerted a strong pull; those struggling spirits fell like large rocks from the sky, plunging into his gaping mouth.
After Xiao Yu’s ghost had sucked in these spirits, its gigantic head shrank back to normal size and disappeared inside of him.
Once his spirit returned to his body, Xiao Yu slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he did so, a piercing cold light flashed across his eyes before he looked towards the entrance. He had long sensed the presence of those two cultivators; if they hadn't been harmless, Xiao Yu would have dealt with them earlier as well.
The two monks experienced a surge of fear when they saw the cold and sharp gaze in Xiao Yu’s eyes. Cold sweat instantly broke out on their foreheads; they were afraid that Xiao Yu would kill them to cover up what had happened tonight.
They knew, although they also considered themselves cultivators, that they were not as skilled as those Onmyoji or as strong as the ninjas. Since these Onmyoji and ninjas could be easily dealt with by Xiao Yu, killing them would be even easier. So even though their hearts trembled in fear, they didn’t think about running because they knew it was pointless to escape.
Xiao Yu stared at them for a moment before retracting his gaze and gazing thoughtfully at the bodies on the ground.
After a while, Xiao Yu slowly raised his head. He planted the Demon Blade into the ground and gently started to move his hands in intricate patterns, forming cryptic symbols with each movement. Once these symbols were formed, he lightly pushed them forward, sending invisible waves towards the bodies lying on the ground.
"Boom..." As soon as these invisible waves touched the corpses, a series of dull thuds echoed out, followed by sudden flashes of fire.
“Spiritual Script Fire!” The two monks hiding outside the door exclaimed in alarm when they sensed the energy emanating from the white flames.
In just moments, the white flames gradually extinguished as if they had never been there.
The corpses that were lying on the ground now remained only as ashes.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through Xiao Yu’s courtyard. The piles of ashes were instantly blown away by the wind into nothingness, leaving behind no trace in Xiao Yu's yard, as if nothing had ever happened there.
The two monks outside Xiao Yu’s villa felt a chill run down their spines upon witnessing this scene. Killing people, destroying evidence, and covering up all without leaving any traces; even they wouldn’t believe that such a coincidental gust of wind could occur just to clear the ashes from Xiao Yu's yard.
Therefore, the more they thought about it, the more shocked they became by how unfathomable Xiao Yu was.
After finishing up, Xiao Yu took one last glance at the door before turning and going back inside.
The two monks let out a long breath of relief after seeing Xiao Yu enter his house. At this point, they had time to wipe off their cold sweat and support each other as they struggled to stand up from the ground. Although their legs were still trembling slightly, they managed to stay upright since they were cultivators.
The two of them looked back at Xiao Yu’s villa with lingering fear and walked towards Jin Xianglin’s villa. Even though the door to Xiao Yu’s villa was open, they did not dare to enter; a hundred thousand US dollars wasn’t worth risking their lives for, especially since there would be no way out even if they tried.
As they were walking toward Jin Xianglin’s villa, both of them suddenly froze in place. After some time had passed, the two exchanged glances and gave a bitter smile before looking back to walk away.
The reason was that just as they were turning around to leave, Xiao Yu’s voice suddenly rang out in their ears. He warned them that if any word of today’s events leaked out, no matter how far away from here they were, he would kill them.
Although the threat in Xiao Yu’s words was obvious, they also knew that he wouldn’t deign to threaten them. If he wanted to kill them, they would have already been reduced to ashes and dispersed into thin air by now.
Therefore, it wasn’t just his final warning; even if Xiao Yu didn’t say anything, they wouldn’t dare to mention what happened today. The shock of the events had left too deep an impression on them, so much that they couldn't bring themselves to speak a single word about it. In any case, even if they did talk about it, who would believe them
As for Xiao Yu’s ability to send separate messages to both of them from such a distance, after witnessing his skills, the two found this phenomenon no longer strange.
If someone had told them about Xiao Yu's abilities in their everyday lives, they would have never believed it. But now The ashes that were once human beings spoke louder than any words could.
After returning to his room, Xiao Yu sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he had killed many people earlier, this didn’t cause him the slightest disturbance in his heart. To say nothing of the fact that all those who died were Japanese.
Xiao Yu closed his eyes and began processing the yin qi from the Japanese ghosts’ bodies as well as their memories.
After Xiao Yu had fully processed the memories of these onmyoji, he slowly opened his eyes with a look of concern etched upon his face. Although these onmyoji didn’t know much about Japan’s spiritual world, they were still aware of its basic conditions. The onmyoji from before belonged to the mid-to-lower ranks in Japan; though their individual power might not have been as high as that of Chinese practitioners like the qimen cultivators, the number of onmyoji was incomparable to China's.
It was worth noting that after wars and disturbances, there were hardly any qimen cultivators left in the country. Furthermore, these domestic cultivators all existed independently; even if the state needed them, they could choose whether or not to participate. In Japan, however, it was different. While ninjas and onmyoji also belonged to families, their overall existence was tied to the state, meaning that regardless of personal willingness, they would have to go if summoned.
Moreover, Japan's spiritual world hadn’t been heavily impacted by external forces; although there weren't as many high-end forces compared to China’s, the mid-to-lower ranks were much stronger than those in the country.
Still, both sides were currently living in peace and any friction was minor. Xiao Yu soon dismissed these thoughts from his mind. Besides, who could be sure that there weren't more measures up China's sleevet that ghost king We can't handle him either. Alright then, let’s gather our friends tomorrow and wipe out this old spirit!" Master Zhang nodded in agreement. The situation was urgent; they had isolat...