Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 549: War Night Missile Attack

The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the Hanchuan family in a depressing atmosphere.

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a fight, a cold voice came out.

Like a ray of cold moonlight, it cut through the tense atmosphere.

"Is Patriarch Hanchuan here? An old friend is visiting, come out and meet him."

The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly, carrying with it a terrifying pressure.

In the distance, a woman in a black kimono was walking slowly towards me.

Her figure is upright, like a plum blossom standing proudly in the wind and snow.

He wore an exquisite black mask on his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, as bottomless as a cold pond.

It was Shen Qingzhu, the leader of the Kansai Black Killing Group.

Han member Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank and his face turned pale in an instant.

He stared at Shen Qingzhu intently, as if he had seen something incredible.

His voice was trembling: "Shen... Shen Qingzhu? Why... why are you here?"

Han Sichuan beside him obviously recognized Shen Qingzhu's identity, and his face also became ugly.

As the young master of the Hanchuan family, he naturally knew the grudge between the Black Killing Group and the Hanchuan family.

"Big Chief Group?"

Han Ganchuan frowned and asked in a bad tone,

"I wonder what brings you here late at night?"

Shen Qingzhu ignored him and just stood there quietly without saying a word.

The members of the Black Killing Team behind her were all silent, like cold sculptures, emitting a suffocating murderous aura.

The air seemed to freeze and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Han Guanchuan felt even more uneasy when he saw Shen Qingzhu remained silent.

He swallowed hard, suppressed the fear in his heart, and tried to ease the atmosphere: "Captain Shen, I think there must be some misunderstanding."

"Our Hanchuan family and the Black Killing Group have always kept to themselves. I wonder if this time..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a series of "swish" sounds.

The members of the Black Killing Group all took out their weapons, and the shining blades flashed a cold light in the moonlight.

Han Ganchuan's expression completely changed. He waved his hands hurriedly, trying to explain: "Captain Shen, calm down! Calm down! There must be some misunderstanding between us!"

"We can talk! There's no need..."

However, Shen Qingzhu still did not respond.

Her mask obscured her expression, making it impossible to see her inner thoughts.

Sweat slowly flowed down Han Ganchuan's forehead, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, and breathing became difficult.

Fear, like a poisonous snake, spread in his heart.

Just when Han Ganchuan was about to collapse, Shen Qingzhu finally moved.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of cold eyes, and scanned the members of the Hanchuan family in front of her.

"Do it."

Shen Qingzhu's shout of "do it" was like pressing the start button of hell.

The Black Killing Group instantly turned into a group of bloodthirsty hungry wolves and pounced towards the crowd of the Hanchuan family.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers intertwined, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

"Kill!"

"For the glory of the Black Kill Group!"

The sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and screams instantly resounded throughout the Hanchuan family.

It was like a chaotic symphony, stimulating everyone's eardrums.

Asa Kenkura chopped down a thug from the Samukawa family with a single blow, his face splattered with warm blood.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed a bloodthirsty smile: "Untouchable!"

Jing Yushou is even more brutal. The samurai sword in his hand is like the scythe of the god of death. Every time he swings it, he takes away a life.

The members of the Hanchuan family were no pushovers either. They fought desperately, trying to stop the Black Killing Group's attack.

However, the Black Kill Group's offensive was too fierce, and they were defeated and suffered heavy casualties.

Han Sichuan stood on a high place, watching the chaotic battle below with cold eyes.

He looked calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Has Yuzheli's daughter been caught?" he asked calmly.

One of his men quickly ran up to Han Sichuan and whispered, "Young Master, not yet."

"The other party seems to have been prepared for this. Our people are searching with all their might."

Han Sichuan frowned slightly.

"A bunch of trash!" He cursed in a low voice, then regained his composure.

The battle below became increasingly fierce. The Hanchuan family was completely at a disadvantage, and many people began to flee in all directions.

The morale of the Black Kill Group was greatly boosted and their offensive became more fierce.

Han Sichuan watched this scene, he slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife, a powerful aura emanating from him.

"It seems that it's my turn to take action." He said in a low voice.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air broke the silence of the night sky.

"call out--"

Immediately afterwards, a beam of fire, with a long tail flame, roared from afar and headed straight for the Hanchuan family's stronghold.

Han Sichuan raised his head suddenly, his pupils suddenly constricting.

"That is……"

"War and terror in the night, missiles attack!"

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the entire Hanchuan family's stronghold was instantly engulfed in flames.

The ground shook violently, as if there was an earthquake.

Countless pieces of rubble flew everywhere like a rainstorm.

The members of the Black Kill Group burst into deafening cheers.

"The Dachang Group is mighty!"

"Long live the Black Kill Group!"

The people of the Hanchuan family completely collapsed. They cried and screamed, fleeing everywhere, trying to avoid this sudden disaster.

Shen Qingzhu stood in the distance, looking at the Hanchuan family stronghold engulfed in flames, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.

"The game has just begun." She said softly.

At this moment, an angry roar came from the fire.

"Shen Qingzhu, you're looking for death!"

The voice was filled with anger and murderous intent, as if a wounded beast was giving its final roar.

Shen Qingzhu's smile froze instantly, and she turned her head abruptly to look at the figure in the firelight.

"Han Sichuan?"

Han Sichuan, covered in blood and holding a strangely shaped samurai sword, slowly walked out of the fire.

The knife was completely black, with strange patterns all over the blade, emitting a frightening aura.

"That is……"

Shen Qingzhu's pupils suddenly shrank, "Huojin Knife!"

Han Sichuan stared at Shen Qingzhu intently. He slowly raised the Huojin knife in his hand and pointed it at Shen Qingzhu.

"I want you to pay with blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sichuan suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Be careful!" Shen Qingzhu exclaimed and quickly stepped back.

However, it's too late.

A black blade light, like lightning, instantly struck in front of Shen Qingzhu.

"Click——"

The mechanism on the handle of the Huojin Sword in Han Sichuan's hand popped open.

A black mist emanated from the blade, instantly enveloping him completely.

His aura was rising steadily, and the decline that had been caused by the Black Killing Group was reversed.

It seemed like it was about to be pushed back by this strange black fog.

At this critical moment, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a flash of fire streaked across the night sky, as if it had eyes, and headed straight for Han Sichuan.

"Holy shit! Is this... a missile?!" Han Sichuan's eyes almost popped out. Is this a battle between god-slayers?

Which God Slayer uses missiles in a fight?

!

"boom--!"

There was no time to think about it, the mounted missile had already hit the Hanchuan family's stronghold.

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, flames shot up into the sky, air waves rolled, and the entire ground trembled three times.

Han Sichuan, along with his sword, was blown away by the sudden explosion.

Like a torn sack, it drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "bang", and it was unknown whether it was alive or dead.

"This... this is too cruel!"

Yuhui Qinggong, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the scene in front of him that was comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Calm down, calm down, basic training, don't be crazy." Lin Qiye patted Yu Huiqinggong's shoulder with an expression that said "this is nothing".

"Ahem... Calm down? Can this thing be produced through 'training camp'?"

"Qiye, tell me the truth, have you been secretly developing the arms business behind our backs?" Yuhui Qinggong stared at Lin Qiye suspiciously.

Next to him, Wu Hen waved his hand, and a winged groundhog flew out and circled around him excitedly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the 'Let the Hanchuan family set off a big fireworks display' mission. Reward: One command of the 'Groundhog Air Force', lasting ten minutes!"

Listening to the system's nonsensical notification tone, Wu Hen's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: "This system is really... getting better and better at playing."

On the Black Kill Group's side, when they saw their own base being bombed, their morale instantly skyrocketed.

They rushed forward, howling as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and waving the big knives in their hands with great vigor.

"Charge! Brothers! For the Daichang Group! For the Black Kill Group!"

"Kill these bastards!"

On the other hand, the Hanchuan family was already at a disadvantage, and now they were stunned by this sudden missile.

They were so frightened that they had no desire to fight anymore. They just ran away with their heads in their hands, wishing their parents had given them two fewer legs.

"Master! Master! Where are you?"

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"Run! It will be too late if you don't run now!"

In the chaos, someone shouted, "Shen Qingzhu! You, the Black Killer Group, actually used missiles! You have no moral principles!"

"Wu De? What is that? Can I eat it?"

Shen Qingzhu sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the man.

The dagger in his hand pierced his heart accurately like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength is the only truth!"

Shen Qingzhu slowly pulled out the dagger, and blood gushed out, staining her black kimono red.

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth and gave a bloodthirsty smile.

"Lin Qiye, you..." Yuhui Qinggong was about to say something.

"Shh, don't talk, just watch the show."

Lin Qiye raised a finger and put it to his lips, signaling him to be silent.

His eyes drifted into the distance, as if he was waiting for something.