Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Chapter 1867: Chapter 1860: No Mercy

”Tan Lang, Po Jun, the fun is here, let’s move, kill.”

Starving Ghost looked at the people rushing towards him, a cruel smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He took the lead, moving like a phantom, flickering unpredictably, as the dagger in his hand turned into a blur, whistling out.

”Swoosh!” ”Swoosh!” ”Swoosh!”

Continuous sounds rang out, and several ninjas didn’t even have the chance to scream before their throats were slashed, dead beyond doubt.

Meanwhile, Tan Lang stepped back in an instant, grabbing the bowstring with his right hand, an arrow of energy whistling out. The moment it flew out, it exploded, transforming into countless arrows, piercing the air with a shrill sound, turning several ninjas into beehives.

The blade in Tan Lang’s hand became a scythe of death, mowing forward relentlessly. Wherever it went, rivers of blood followed, stopping virtually no one in their tracks. In a short time, many ninjas were already dead by his hand.

”Damn it!”

Watching one ninja after another fall into pools of blood, Kawada Shoya and the several peak-level Early-stage Mythicals beside him were furious, their eyes filled with rage and uncontrollable murderous intent erupting from their bodies.

These were the elites of the Shankou Family, its core strength. Unlike China—vast and resource-rich—Japan didn’t have such abundance. The Shankou Family had paid who knows how much effort to cultivate these elites; losing even one was a tremendous blow.

The Shankou Family rose to become Japan’s number one family owing to these talents. Yet in just a few minutes, more than a dozen had died. Kawada Shoya felt his heart was bleeding.

He was, after all, the leader of this force; losing so many so quickly, if this news reached Shankou Ikoh’s ears, he would be in deep trouble.

”Kill!”

”Kill these audacious bastards.”

”Kill, let’s take them down together.”

The ninjas at the peak of the Early-stage Mythical standing beside Kawada Shoya roared in anger, charging towards Starving Ghost and his companions. If they let Starving Ghost continue his slaughter, they would all surely be doomed.

Kawada Shoya remained motionless, merely watching Starving Ghost and his companions with a heavy expression. His position as a leader of a crucial force in the Shankou Family showed he was no fool. Though Starving Ghost and his companions were more formidable than average Early-stage Mythicals, to a Mid-stage Mythical like him, they were not a threat; yet, he couldn’t shake an unsettling feeling, as if something terrible was about to happen.

This was why Kawada Shoya hadn’t acted, hoping to locate the source of that ominous premonition.

As the ninjas charged at him, a sharp gleam flashed in Starving Ghost’s eyes: ”I was just wondering how to kill you all, but you came right to me, so I’ll do it unceremoniously, sending you all down the etherworld one by one.”

”Tan Lang, Po Jun, let’s slaughter these big rats together.”

Starving Ghost laughed loudly, lunging directly at those peak-level Early-stage Mythical ninjas.

Tan Lang and Po Jun didn’t hesitate, charging out.

The Shankou Family’s ninja forces had come under attack, and on the other side, the samurai forces led by Shankou Jingbian were faring no better, completely engulfed in the flames of battle.

At this moment, Tie Niu unleashed the Vajra Invulnerable Body Divine Skill, his body glowing with golden light, resembling a humanoid tank as he charged into the distant villa.

”Boom!”

With a punch, violent True Qi whistled out, shattering the villa’s iron gate into pieces.

”Enemy attack.”

As the villa gate shattered, a piercing voice rang out in the darkness.

”Stop, who are you?”

As the voice sounded, several men dressed as samurai rushed over from a distance, blocking Tie Niu’s path, their eyes cold and hostile. These were Shankou Family men.

”I am the one sending you to hell.”

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Tie Niu’s mouth as he stepped forward, clapping his hands to create a violent air current, fiercely striking out.

Boom!

A tsunami-like power, an unmatched force, as Tie Niu’s golden hands turned into countless palm shadows, blasting forward.

Palm shadows filled the sky, and the samurai screamed as even their katanas shattered in an instant, turning into a pool of bloody mud, dead beyond doubt.

”Little bastards, your grandpa is here to send you off.”

After dispatching the samurai, the smile on Tie Niu’s face grew colder, striding forward with great strides, unleashing the Great Compassionate Palm, Thousand Leaves Tathagata Hand, and Vajra Leg, making him seem like a human beast, rampaging through the villa, obliterating every blocker into a blood rain.

Compared to Tie Niu, who had the Vajra Body, Fu Tu’s methods were much more understated, often only a flash of the blade before one or more Japanese samurai fell into pools of blood, dead beyond question.

Asura, though, was even simpler, transforming completely into a specter in the darkness, an elusive Yama. Each appearance claimed a life, swift and clean.

However, it was this clean approach that made Asura more terrifying than Tie Niu and Fu Tu.

After all, the unknown danger is the most frightening. Who knows if a life-taking Yama might suddenly appear by your side, taking your life without warning?

”Devils, they are all devils.”

”Help, help, I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die.”

”Lord Shankou, take action, eliminate these devils.”

Amidst the slaughter, in the eyes of those samurai, Tie Niu and his companions wholly became demons, a Grim Reaper from hell, killing without hesitation.

At the same time, in the villa’s innermost hall, Shankou Jingbian’s face was almost as dark as the night, eyes nearly aflame.

He never imagined that the Shankou Family would be attacked in their home base, and it seemed the attackers intended to exterminate them completely, to leave none alive.

Who could it be? Didn’t they know whom they were facing?

Weren’t they afraid of the Shankou Family’s vengeance?

At this moment, the idea that Lu Tianxing might be involved never crossed Shankou Jingbian’s mind. In his view, Lu Tianxing had barely been in Tokyo for a day; how could he act? But he had forgotten one thing: military actions thrive on speed to achieve unexpected effects.