Slay the God: The head of the demon god, I will protect Hongying

The Fireworks Festival is the most important festival in Osaka. Everyone is enjoying the fireworks and being immersed in them.

"These fireworks are quite beautiful."

Lin Qiye couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, once their theocracy is exposed, it will be disgusting and infuriating..."

Amamiya Haruki echoed.

When the last wave of fireworks exploded, the light of the fireworks dispelled the darkness, and then the fireworks faded, and the fireworks ended.

Uncle Kyosuke was carrying Yurina on his back, and the two were happily chatting about something.

Soon, they met up with Lin Qiye and the other two and started walking towards the club.

In order to reward Lin Qiye and the other two, Uncle Kyosuke bought a skewer of barbecue for each of them.

Looking at the barbecue in their hands, Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki decided that they must put a sack on him tonight!

When a few people arrived at the entrance of the club while chatting and laughing, the expressions on their faces froze.

The club, which was once brightly lit, was now littered with broken glass, and the doors, windows, and neon lights... were all smashed to pieces.

The entire club, inside and out, was a mess.

Their store was smashed. Usually, such things are done by gangsters, and it definitely couldn't be the Black Killing Group, so there is only one possibility left.

It must have been done by someone from the Hanchuan family.

"Why...why won't they let me go? I didn't do anything wrong..."

Yurina cried out.

"it's not your fault."

Uncle Kyosuke came to her side calmly and comforted her.

His eyes were filled with anger as he stared at his messy club.

"Let's go out and walk."

Lin Qiye pulled Amamiya Haruki and disappeared at the end of the road.

Seeing that there was no one around, the two men held red umbrellas and slowly walked forward in the sudden heavy rain. They both held knives and had solemn expressions on their faces.

"The Hanchuan family... go to hell."

……

The original Will-o'-the-Wisp Club.

More than forty cars were parked steadily in front of the nightclub.

The light from the car lights illuminated the entire nightclub.

Seeing this, the people of Hanchuan family hurriedly arranged manpower, but found that they were blocked on all sides by the people of the Black Killing Group.

“There are quite a few people here!”

Ken Asakura narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the members of the Samukawa family who rushed out, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"get off!"

Immediately afterwards, members of the Black Killing Group, dressed in black suits and holding machetes, walked towards the crowd.

The people of the Hanchuan family were not to be outdone. They confronted each other with weapons in hand under the light of the headlights.

boom!

The sound of a car door closing was heard, and Wang Shao and others followed Shen Qingzhu, who was wearing a flowing cloud feather robe, and slowly walked towards the Hanchuan family's forces on the road made by more than 300 members of the Black Killing Group.

"He is... the leader of the Black Killing Squad?"

The people of the Hanchuan family looked terrified. They didn't expect that the leader of the Black Killing Group would come here in person.

Shen Qingzhu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the people from the Hanchuan family with cold eyes.

"The Black Killing Squad leader has arrived in person. What does this mean?"

A cadre from the Hanchuan family asked.

Shen Qingzhu still had the cigarette in his mouth, staring at him straight.

The scene was silent.

Brother Zha is so awesome, he is the one who is really good at showing off!

Wang Shao couldn't help but sigh, this is simply too cool.

Jia Lan on the side also looked at Shen Qingzhu with shining eyes. So this is how you can become the boss!

Hongying was already used to it, so she just stayed beside Wang Shao and ignored him.

"Team Leader, do you think we've offended you? This is how our Hanchuan family is. Even if we've offended you, you deserve it!"

Shen Qingzhu still didn't speak. He didn't understand, but seeing the other party's unfriendly look and eyes full of malice, he must have said nothing nice.

Not only him, but everyone behind him did not move.

The cadre thought that the Black Killing Group had given in.

"What? Are you scared? If you are, get out of here!"

"This kid is really crazy! Let me give it a try!"

Wang Shao gently pushed Hongying away, walked to Shen Qingzhu, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him.

Then his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already punched the cadre in the chest. The whole person flew backwards, slid fifty or sixty meters in the air, and suddenly embedded into the wall of the nightclub, deeply stuck in it.

"This... is amazing!"

Ken Asakura and Hiroyuki Imori widened their eyes and looked at Wang Shao.

In their eyes, the team leader and the second team leader were already the most powerful men they had ever seen. They didn't expect that Wang Shao was even more powerful than the team leader. He could knock people away with just one punch. How much strength does that require!

The group of people from Hanchuan opened their mouths in surprise, but before they could even exclaim, they were beaten one by one by Wang Shao and embedded into the wall of the nightclub.

In less than a minute, more than two hundred people were beaten unconscious by Wang Shao with punches and kicks, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Wang Shao waved his hand and came to Hongying. It felt so good to beat her up!

The more than 300 members of the Black Killing Group stared at Wang Shao blankly, as if they had seen a ghost.

"He...he...is really, so amazing!"

Seeing Shen Qingzhu still pretending to be serious with a cigarette in his mouth, Wang Shao couldn't stand it anymore.

Shouted behind him.

"Kurusu!"

As soon as Wang Shao finished speaking, the more than 300 members of the Black Killing Group became excited and rushed towards the club with machetes in hand.

……

Upstairs at the Ghost Fire Nightclub.

Hanchuan Si saw that more than 200 of his men were knocked down by the enemy in less than a minute.

The opponent relied solely on speed and strength, without using any weapons, and defeated all his men in simple hand-to-hand combat.

"When did the Black Killing Group recruit such a master?"

He spoke with a frown on his face.

"Young family, what should we do?"

The subordinate beside him spoke anxiously.

"Any news about Mr. Jing?"

Hanchuan Si spoke calmly. He didn't care about the life or death of these people at all. They were just small characters from the small gangs he recruited, and their death was not a pity.

His goal was not to seize territory, his only goal was the Fujin Sword and Yuuri Heizhe's royal blood.

The death of these people is just a loss of a few servants.

"I don't know. We lost contact with Mr. Jing..."

"idiot!"

Han Chuan Si cursed loudly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He tightened his grip on the [Black Rope] in his hand, his eyes becoming determined.

He was originally a [Fierce Ghost]-level prisoner being hunted by the Oracle. If he used the Huojin Sword, it would attract the attention of [Pure Land], and the Oracle would come to hunt him down again.

But now, it is obviously a last resort and it is time to use the Huojin Sword.

Just one strike should be enough to wipe out the Black Killing Group. If that's the case, perhaps [Pure Land] won't be able to detect it.

Hanchuan Si thought so in his heart, and slowly pressed the [black rope] with his hand.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, the window suddenly exploded and a figure rushed in like a cannonball and landed steadily in front of him.

"You want to draw your sword? Come on, cut me!"