Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 54 The Demon Slayer

Three days later, Han Yun arrived at a bay where Japanese pirates frequently appeared.

He concealed himself and observed from the shadows.

A dozen or so oddly shaped small boats and one large boat were moored in the shallow water, with flags painted with hideous ghost faces flying on them.

On the shore, hundreds of Japanese pirates were counting their looted valuables, while a row of abducted civilians, men and women, knelt beside them, all bound with ropes, their expressions numb.

"This was a good harvest,"

A Japanese pirate leader said in Japanese, "Take the able-bodied men away, and deal with the old and weak."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

A cold glint flashed in Han Yun's eyes, and he no longer concealed his presence. He took a step forward, his figure appearing like a ghost among the Japanese pirates.

"Who goes there?!" The Japanese pirates were terrified and drew their swords.

"You enjoy torture and killing?" Han Yun's voice was icy cold. "Then taste the same thing."

Han Yun did not use a knife.

With a gentle wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a powerful burst of innate Qi throughout his body. This innate Qi then enveloped a surge of immense power, refining the force into countless invisible "threads."

What happened next terrified even the most ruthless Japanese pirates. They watched as their comrades were torn to shreds and mashed into pieces by an invisible force, their blood staining the entire beach.

In an instant, the area around Han Yun turned into a grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

Blood flowed freely, yet not a drop stained Han Yun's pristine white Taoist robe, as if the area within a foot of him was spotless.

The Japanese pirates were terrified and retreated hastily, but Han Yun's figure followed them like a shadow. With each step he took, several Japanese pirates screamed in agony.

Their prized swordsmanship and fierce fighting spirit were like child's play in front of Han Yun; they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Run! Run! Hayaku!" someone roared, turning and running towards the boat.

However, Han Yun merely smiled coldly, his five fingers slightly spread, and his innate Qi descended like a net from heaven and earth. The fleeing Japanese pirates suddenly froze, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, and then…

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a series of muffled thuds, their bodies exploded in mid-air, blood and flesh flying everywhere, scattering onto the sea and creating a crimson spray. The Japanese pirates were routed, their screams echoing throughout the land.

Just then, a low laugh suddenly came from the large ship.

"Hehehe, the martial arts world of the Central Plains is indeed full of hidden talents."

Before the stiff Chinese voice had even finished speaking, a dark figure leaped off the large ship with incredible speed, arriving in front of the Japanese pirates in the blink of an eye.

The newcomer was thin and had a sinister face. A long, narrow samurai sword hung at his waist, its scabbard as black as ink, faintly exuding a bloody aura.

"Lord Yagyu!" The remaining Japanese pirates knelt down as if they had seen a savior.

Junichiro Yagyu didn't even glance at them; his gaze remained fixed on Han Yun.

"Your Excellency, it's a good idea."

He slowly drew his long sword, the blade gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light. "I am Yagyu Junichiro. I'll take you in."

Han Yun remained calm and said indifferently, "It seems you are their leader. That saves me the trouble of looking for you again."

Junichiro Yagyu's face hardened: "Arrogant."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished like a phantom, and in the next moment he appeared beside Han Yun, his blade flashing like lightning, aiming straight for his throat.

To an ordinary person, this strike was incredibly fast. However, Han Yun merely shifted his body slightly, and the blade grazed his neck without severing a single hair.

"too slow."

Han Yun's voice rang in his ears. Yagyu Junichiro's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly turned around to slash horizontally, only to see that Han Yun had already retreated several steps, his expression indifferent.

"impossible!"

Junichiro Yagyu was shocked. He was one of the top five samurai in Japan, and his "Instant Shadow Slash" had never missed. How could this person dodge it so easily?

Han Yun said no more, and with a gentle wave of his hand, his innate Qi transformed into an invisible blade, directly attacking Yagyu Junichiro. Yagyu Junichiro roared, wildly brandishing his long sword in an attempt to defend himself.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The clanging of metal against metal was incessant. Junichiro Yagyu's swordsmanship was indeed quite good, and he possessed a terrifying intuition, managing to block all of Han Yun's casually unleashed Qi blades.

But with each strike, his tiger's mouth went numb from the shock, and he grew increasingly terrified.

"Who exactly are you?" Junichiro Yagyu asked sharply.

Han Yun's gaze was icy: "The one who kills ghosts."

Having said that, he took a step forward, his figure like a phantom, and instantly appeared in front of Yagyu Junichiro, gently patting his chest with a palm.

Junichiro Yagyu hastily parried with his sword, but with a "crack," the sword snapped in two. Han Yun's palm strike, still powerful, landed heavily on his chest.

"puff--"

Junichiro Yagyu spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily onto the beach.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with disbelief: "My 'Ghost Penetration' is broken?"

Han Yun slowly approached, looking down at him: "Do you think you, a bunch of Japanese pirates, deserve to use a knife?"

As Han Yun approached, Junichiro Yagyu grinned maliciously and suddenly flung out three poisoned kunai from his sleeve, aiming them straight at Han Yun's face.

With a flick of his sleeve, Han Yun reduced the Ku Wu to dust in an instant.

"A dying struggle." Han Yun raised his hand and pointed a finger, a burst of energy piercing through Yagyu Junichiro's brow.

Junichiro Yagyu's expression froze on his face as he slowly collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.

Upon seeing this, the remaining Japanese pirates turned pale, their legs went weak, and they finally knelt on the ground, begging for mercy in broken Chinese: "Great hero, spare our lives! We are willing to surrender!"

Han Yun slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with no pity in his eyes.

"When you were massacring civilians, did you ever hear their pleas for mercy?"

Before he finished speaking, Han Yun lightly tapped his fingertip, sending wisps of energy piercing through the foreheads of the Japanese pirates. Their expressions froze in terror for a moment, then they fell straight down, lifeless.

When the last Japanese pirate breathed his last in extreme agony, Han Yun turned to look at the captured civilians and found them all kneeling on the ground, looking at him with a mixture of fear and awe.

"A deity! A deity has appeared!" an old man cried out in a trembling voice.

Han Yun shook his head: "I'm not a god."

He waved his hand and untied the ropes binding everyone: "Go home quickly, it's not safe here."

After everyone left, expressing their gratitude, Han Yun collected the corpses, looked at the remaining Japanese pirate ships on the sea, looted them, and then set them on fire.

Over the next two weeks, a terrifying legend spread throughout the coastal areas.

There is an evil spirit that kills Japanese pirates. Wherever it goes, the pirates are all killed, and their deaths are extremely gruesome.

Some say they saw a Taoist priest in white robes walking through the air, and with a wave of his hand, the Japanese pirates were decapitated; others say they heard the Japanese pirates' screams before they died, and their pleas for mercy lasted all night.

The Japanese pirates were so frightened that they fled back to the sea, but what was even more terrifying was that even at sea, the deadly white-clad figure would suddenly appear.

Even if you escape to the sea, what good will death do you?
(End of this chapter)